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The Ashworth Country Club sprawled across forty acres of rolling, manicured hills in Westchester County, New York, an emerald canvas dotted with pristine white tents. The afternoon air carried the faint, elegant strains of a string quartet situated near the blooming rose garden. Sixty guests drifted across the lawn, their hands wrapped around crystal continue reading …