It's crowded and quite noisy. In the far corner, three oversized men are laughing, patting each other on the shoulder. Here and there waiters scurry about with trays of champagne and small snacks. To be honest, when they told me that we were going to dinner, I imagined everything a little differently. At the very least, it will actually be dinner. And it's more like a party.

We maneuver between people, with some Theo greets and exchanges a few words. Our goal was a sofa near the exit to the greenhouse. One of the women, the one in a white dress with strange curved lines, comes up to greet us....