Atlas walked into the big garden for the first time after it had been decorated for the wedding, and towed the path straight to the altar carved out by the skillful hands of the decorators.
It was very close to the fountain, giving it a breathtaking look.
The air was crisp and blissful, as soft lavender scent, mixed with the scent from the flowers in the garden filled it up.
The guests, garbed in their expensive attires, looked at him with admiration in their eyes.
When it came to business, everyone respected Atlas Sinclair's brain.
He was so brilliant, he could turn a shabby cave into a billion dollar empire.
But as much as many loved him for his brilliance, so did others loathe him for the same brilliance.
They looked, partly frustrated, that there was a ban placed on using their phones during the ceremony.
No pictures were to be taken. Except those taken by the professional photographers hired for the special event.
