Private property, 30 miles north of Boston
Nera
“This reminds me of the parties Mom liked to host.” I pass Zara her drink and nod toward the crowd in front of us.
String lights hang from the iron supports that have been set up around the lawn, casting the area in a warm yellow glow from hundreds of swaying, globe-shaped bulbs. An array of intimate tables with white satin tablecloths and big bows tied around each pedestal and similarly adorned chairs are spread all across the grass. White flower arrangements and tiny lantern-shaped replicas of overhead lights make up beautiful centerpieces on every table. Elegantly dressed men and women mill around, enjoying overpriced champagne from thin crystal flutes as a mix of heavy fragrances competes with the fresh evening air.
The entire Family
