397 Weekend in Sin City (13)

Quentin, Max, and Hunter were in the chapel that Quentin booked for the occasion. All three of them looked sharp in their suits.

The wedding chapel was small and clean. Actually, it was one rectangle-shaped room with colorful mosaic windows at the far end behind the altar, which gave it a church-like feel. The small crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling looked out of place, and the flower petals scattered on the floor were half-withered, probably because they are there since the chapel opened for business early that morning.

The light gray carpet stretched from the entry door straight toward the altar, with rows of chairs on each side.

The chapel could accommodate about thirty guests and it was one of the largest fast-wedding chapels available. No one comes to Sin City with a big wedding party. Couples come here to elope, and they get married with a handful of friends at most (usually gambling-buddies they met on the previous night).