Damon stood on the balcony off the master bedroom and looked down at the garden that was set up to accommodate guests who would come out of the event hall, probably when the sun sets, and the heat eases up.
There were eight round tables, each with a pristine white tablecloth on it, and a bouquet of white and purple flowers. Bunches of white and purple balloons were placed at certain points in the garden, to create an invisible border around the area designated for the event.
Bushes in the garden were covered with soft fairy lights that will be turned on in the evening to illuminate the space discretely.
It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, and the guests still didn't arrive, so the only people in the garden were Omegas who were busy with finishing touches.
Damon sneered while thinking about people who will come tonight into his house. They were definitely not welcome.
