Chapter 5
Chelsea looked out the window of the house toward the lawn and saw at least a hundred people, all in dresses or slacks, at various picnic tables with wine and food everywhere. Alex’s workers had spruced up for the occasion, but no one was as proper as the royal baptism brunch her sister had just hosted. Here, more people laughed and danced before the music even started, and everyone genuinely smiled at each other, long before they had a drink in their hands. Her friends at home would hate it here, but somehow this party felt more real and alive.
For a last minute, “thank you” this backyard party had sure filled up. At home, her sister’s baby christening took months of planning and seating charts for an outdoor luncheon.
Caterers were called.
At Alex’s vineyard the smiling, ha
