The glamorous, modern tropical wedding venue is in the middle of an emerald green man-made forest grown on a twenty-eight acre piece of land hosting among other things, an artificial lake, Horse race course, golf course and a fourteen-bedroom Watson manor. Two rows of seats covered in white, four in each column, are arranged on the carpet green grass, separated by a red carpet leading to a raised dais made from lacquered wooden splints. Above it is a semi-circular ring of red roses, tulips and all kinds of flowers of different colors. Three chairs are up there with a small coffee table covered by a white linen on which two candles symbolically rest with a banquet of daisies.
I check my watch, it's ten already and the invited guests start pouring in one after another talking in low tones
