Thirty minutes later, Tyler shook his head, trying to forget what Dave said before he went to the door. He decided to evaluate the reception at the ballroom instead.
There was, at least, a bartender in the mini-bar behind the pink and white garland-covered area. He thought that the more he needed to have another drink, the more confused he got. Looking at the grandeur of the reception, he sighed and signalled a drink to the bartender. Tyler sat at the white table and looked at the expensive flowers and sweet-scented candles. The bartender glanced up at him, then went back to his duties after giving him his drink and continuing his conversation with the man in a dark suit sitting on a stool at the minibar, drinking.
Tyler saw no waitress. Everyone was busy in the reception main ballroom,
