The Santiagos' estate, bathed with the golden hue of the setting sun, stood elegantly amongst the lush green grass and trees.
The flowers, with their colourful petals, danced wildly in the evening breeze, gracing the air with their sweet fragrance.
The large white gates stood wide open, welcoming the guests and their companions.
The Santiagos' security team dressed in sharp black suits were well stationed at every corner of the estate.
Tiny earpieces tucked into their ears, their eyes focused as they scanned the surroundings with trained eyes they oversee the arrival of the guests as well as their comfort.
In the wide open courtyard, rows of tables and chairs had been arranged with meticulous care.
Each table was draped in crisp white linen and decorated with silver platters filled with delicate pastries, exotic fruits, and tiny finger sandwiches so artfully arranged that they looked like works of art.
