Page 11 of Worth the Wait
It’s the kind of professional partnership that develops over time, through successful projects and mutual trust. The kind of relationship that could easily become something more personal.
I still don’t like it.
“The Founder’s Room is particularly popular for corporate events,” Erik explains, opening doors to reveal an intimate space with rich wood paneling and a view of the golf course. “Perfect for twenty to thirty guests, with full audiovisual capabilities.”
“This could work for the board dinner the night before the gala,” Lianne muses, making notes in her portfolio. “Private, elegant, convenient for guests staying at the hotel.”
“We could arrange a private menu tasting here,” Erik suggests. “Give the board members a preview of what to expect at the main event.”
Again, that easy collaboration. Again, the casual familiarity that suggests they’ve done this before, successfully.
“How long have you two been working together?” I ask, the question coming out before I can stop myself.
Lianne and Erik exchange a glance that I can’t quite read.
“About three years,” Erik replies. “Since Lianne started Luminous Events. We’ve collaborated on maybe eight or nine major events.”
“All successful,” Lianne adds, her tone carefully professional. “Erik understands the level of service our clients expect.”
Three years. Eight or nine events. Enough time and shared experience to build the kind of rapport I’m witnessing. Enough history to develop personal as well as professional connections.
“And before Luminous Events?” I press, though I’m not sure why I need to know.
“I was working for Morrison Events, as you’re aware,” Lianne says, her voice taking on a slight edge. “Though I’m not sure how my career history is relevant to venue selection.”
She’s right, of course. Her professional background has nothing to do with whether the Thorne Estate can accommodate Sterling Industries’ anniversary gala. But something about the dynamic between her and Erik bothers me in ways I’m not ready to examine.
“I like to understand the relationships involved in major projects,” I say, which sounds reasonable even if it’s not entirely honest. “Clear communication channels, established working protocols.”
“Our working relationship is entirely professional,” Erik says, though there’s something in his tone that suggests it wasn’t always that simple. “Lianne is one of the most talented event planners in the city. The Thorne Estate is fortunate to work with her.”
The praise is genuine, delivered with the kind of respect that comes from direct experience. But there’s also something else—fondness, maybe even lingering attraction—that makes my jaw tighten involuntarily.
“I’m sure you appreciate her... talents,” I reply, my voice cooler than intended.
The silence that follows is charged with tension. Lianne’s eyes narrow slightly, while Erik looks like he’s trying to decode the subtext of our conversation.
“Perhaps we should see the outdoor spaces,” Lianne suggests, clearly trying to redirect the discussion. “The terrace might be suitable for cocktail reception.”
“Good idea,” Erik agrees, leading us toward glass doors that open onto a landscaped terrace. “Weather permitting, this space adds significant capacity and visual appeal.”
The terrace is spectacular—manicured gardens, strategically placed lighting, views of the golf course that extend to the Santa Ynez Mountains beyond. It’s the kind of space that makes events memorable, that encourages the kind of networking and relationship building that matters at corporate celebrations.
“This is perfect for the cocktail hour,” Lianne says, moving toward the stone balustrade that frames the space. “Guests can mingle outdoors, then move into the ballroom for dinner and presentations.”
“The acoustics work well for background music,” Erik adds, positioning himself beside her as they survey the space. “We can provide heating if the evening gets cool, lighting that transitions from natural to artificial as the sun sets.”
Again, they’re working in sync, building on each other’s ideas with the kind of collaborative energy that produces excellent results. Professional chemistry that could easily translate into personal attraction.
I hate it.
“Security considerations?” I ask, though it’s not really my primary concern.
“Fully addressed,” Erik replies. “Private access, controlled entry points, discrete staff positioning. We’ve handled events with high-profile guest lists before.”
“What kind of high-profile events?” I press.
“Celebrity weddings, political fundraisers, corporate celebrations for Fortune 500 companies,” Lianne answers, her tone suggesting she finds my questions unnecessary. “The Esperanza has an excellent reputation for discretion and security.”
