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The Philips manor was a beehive of activities. The ceremonial garden was arranged with white chairs on a dais with a blue carpet, six chairs and a stand with a banquet of flowers resting on it. That was for the engaged couple, clergy and maybe family. Facing the dais was another set of chairs, four around each round table also covered with a white linen and flowers with glasses. A live band had its own stage, they were tuning their instruments preparing them ready for the festivities. The employees, nicely dressed in black and white were moving Helter-skelter in different directions putting the final touches to the preparations of Peter's big day. Not bigger than the wedding but it was expected to be big owing to the list of invitations that had been made. Some big names were starting t