She held up her phone to show us photos of the Belle Meade estate.

Margaret took the armchair across from them.

“The lighting in the garden is just exquisite, right?” Vanessa said.

I looked at the glowing screen.

The big oak trees were hung with cascading crystal lights.

The lawn looked huge and immaculately kept.

“It’s a lovely venue,” I said.

“How did you manage to land such a popular place for a spring date?”