Sinclair pulled out a white chair, it's back decorated heavily and had the logo of the ice cream parlour carved on it, for her to sit and as for himself, he dragged the chair out to sit opposite to her from where the lord could have a clear view of her beautiful face.
Syna skimmed her gaze around the vast hall, numerous golden bulbs were hung with long wires and were dangling from the roof, which had a wooden ceiling, decorated in a modern way and painted in black, quite a suitable contrast with white furniture. In a certain direction towards her right side she felt as if the bride saw someone familiar in a short glance.
"What happened, Syna? Where are you looking at?"
Sinclair's eyes followed the direction of her sockets and he threw a deadly glare towards the man and woman who were sitting three tables away from them, towards Syna' right.
"Huh? Nothing I thought I saw someone familiar but there is no one."
