The DeLeon estate's courtyard had been transformed since the wedding reception, so thoroughly reimagined I barely recognized it as the same space. Where soft pastels and delicate florals once reigned, tonight's decor screamed something bolder, more dramatic. Red roses spilled from hanging baskets, and wild flowers threaded between them in vibrant bursts of color. Fake lawn grass carpeted the courtyard floor, so lush and green it looked almost artificial under the string lights.
I took it all in, the opulence, the sheer cost of transforming a space twice in one month, and thought about how nice it must be to have this kind of money. My idea of redecorating was a printed poster with some quote I'd stolen off Pinterest, maybe a secondhand rug if I was feeling fancy.
I wondered what exactly
