The address in the invitations pointed out to a luxurious white villa overlooking the Sacramento River.
There was a park for the cars in the front, as one got to the villa itself there was the unmistakable feeling that this was where the party was being held.
All the lights inside the house were on, the windows allowed most light to escape freely to the outside to announce the party was already underway and people were free to come inside.
The door was open and there was a trail of red rose petals that once followed would take the invitees through some impeccably decorated rooms, inside the smell of incense was pleasant and was the aperitif to the party proper.
The place of the clan meeting itself was the large back yard that had the canvas of the Sacramento River and the orange lit Tower Bridge as background.
A large swimming pool was the main feature of the event, it rested peacefully, stretching though the entire length of the yard. It was beautifully lit by powerful pool lights in shades of turquoise and cyan that matched with the immaculate white of the house walls and the clear pale colors of the stone floor.
Alone there were two jacuzzi baths, quietly bubbling in their own water and scattered around were these comfortably looking stretchers covered by a brown silk towel wrapped around some parts. There were a few sofas dotted with countless pillows for those less daring and more keen to relax. Some counters had metal buckets with a few bottles of Krug and a healthy dosage of ice to keep them chilled as well as the flutes to serve them. In the air, almost imperceptibly floated a quiet chillout melody, it set the mood for the meeting.