As you coast down the long winding driveway, the house comes finally comes into view. It is imposing, but elegant. The brick facade is interrupted by the stone accents around the windows. The gardens Leading to the entrance are neat but unfussy, and the first blooms are just peaking through.
You pull to the entrance and a man in a red coat opens the door and offers you his hand as you exit the car. You are careful as you swing your legs to the stones as the long black dress you are wearing has a slit nearly to your hip, and your are wearing nothing underneath it.
You hand the valet your keys and walk to the large iron front door. An older man in a tuxedos welcomes you and notes the locations of the bar, restrooms, and catering.
Not exactly sure what you are doing there you thank him and find your way to the bar. You knew Jack in high school, but haven’t heard from him in years. You knew he had started his own fund after leaving his firm, but hadn’t heard much else.