|(#TwilightRealm, #Witches, #Dorch #Fae, #Oakenlings, etc. belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf) - hair color has been tweaked
A week went by, and then another, yet still the Witches were having no luck in finding a possible location for the wedding. The next morning, when a meeting happened to be scheduled anyway, Istharé showed up in a dangerous mood. "I think you may have a stalker, Brin," she began. "I've received the strangest voicemail... from someone who can't legitimately have known my cell phone number. He didn't leave his name, but it was clearly a man's voice!"
"Oh really?" said the bride-to-be, baffled. "What did this mysterious man have to say?"
"Essentially, that he'd solved our venue problems. And then he reeled off a company name and address, and hung up. I checked out the place on the internet, and it's a nursery. They have a giant greenhouse, covering just over an acre, secluded in the middle of groves of fruit trees. It's near the Austrian border."