The drive through the Bel-Air Country Club's front gate felt different this morning.
James sat behind the wheel of Patty's Range Rover, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel as they passed the security checkpoint and glided down the beautifully maintained lane.
Patty and Leslie both leaned slightly toward the windows, quietly admiring the sheer beauty of the grounds.
They saw the towering palm trees that frames either side of the entry lane, and lush green expanses unfolded beyond, punctuated by sculpted hedges, coupled with the ornate fountains and the elegant white gazebos.
"Wow," Patty murmured.
Leslie let out a soft laugh, her face lit up with awe.
"This place is like something out of a movie."
James smiled to himself as he pulled into a neatly lined parking space near the main courtyard.
They stepped out into the bright morning sun. Patty wore a soft peach golf dress and a white visor, the simple outfit emphasizing her natural elegance.
