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He ran his hands over the perfectly manicured lawn, the scent of freshly cut grass filling his nostrils. The tent was a masterpiece, draped in elegant white fabric, and the tables were set with gleaming silverware. He checked his phone. The RSVPs were pouring in.

His friend, Jason, had chosen to rent out a bowling alley. That seemed… less sophisticated. But Michael, of course, was hosting a sophisticated garden party. The most important people would attend his.

He observed the arrival of his first guests, the elegant women in designer dresses and the distinguished men in their smart suits. He nodded politely, feeling a wave of satisfaction wash over him. His meticulous planning had paid off. The afternoon was shaping up to be exactly as he had envisioned.