Marx walked toward the East Garden. From his location, he could see the five-layer cake placed at the center of the gazebo. He frowned when he saw a servant placing candles along the side of the small bridge where the celebrant was expected to walk later on.
With big strides, Marx approached the servant. "What do you think are you doing?" He asked angrily.
"Good evening, Sir. I was instructed to place the candles on the side of the bridge to the gazebo to create a dramatic effect."
Marx became furious. "Whose idea is this? Don't you know that you are risking the life of the Princess? The design and the material of her gown will easily catch fire."
The servant was horrified when he realized it. "I am sorry, Sir. I am just a servant following instructions."
"Give me that." Marx took the candle from the servant and when he studied it closely, the candle was meant to float on the water.
"Put it in the water. This is a floating candle."
