"Come in, come in, everyone!" Isaac Beckett's boisterous voice boomed over the soft orchestral music playing from speakers. "The table is fully set!"
Gianna allowed Noah to lead her further into the central garden, and despite her cynical intent, she found herself momentarily awed by the sheer scale of the setup.
The Becketts had spared no expense. Thousands of fairy lights were woven through the high canopy of oak trees, casting a magical, golden glow over blooming white rose beds and sculpted marble fountains.
Instead of a single long banqueting table, small, intimate round tables had been arranged in a wide circle around a central stone patio, ensuring every guest had an unobstructed view of everyone else. Each table was draped in cream silk, set with gold-rimmed stemware, and platters of appetizers.
At the focal point of the arrangement sat a slightly elevated, magnificently decorated couple's table, overflowing with orchids, cascading pearls, and scented candles.
