Welcome to our little corner of Fort Myers. We can’t wait to celebrate with our favorite people beneath the banyan trees at The Tree House. Whether you’re traveling across the country or just across town, we’re so excited to share this weekend with you. ~

Mark and Erica, both golf professionals who somehow crossed paths for years—same industry, same events, even mutual friends—without ever really meeting. When they finally started working together, Mark was the steady assistant pro quietly moving toward the next level, while Erica, despite having been in the industry longer, was still figuring out exactly where she fit. Friendship came easily. After-work happy hours, group hangs, and a little encouragement from mutual friends made them inseparable. Eventually, Erica decided Mark might just make the cut. Mark, however, remained impressively unreadable. After nearly a year of friendship, overanalyzing every interaction, and silently wondering “does he like me or not?”, she finally got a clue. A scramble tournament rolled around and they needed a fourth player. After a practice round—and a little intel from a trusted friend—she learned my suspicions might actually have merit. FINALLY! Now the real question: “how do I get him to say something?” Cue a concert. Mark asked her to go, she enthusiastically said yes. And when Mark still didn’t make a move, Erica did what Mark wouldn’t—she made the first move. A moment of liquid courage, and a bold confession later… nothing. For an entire week. No comments. No hints. No acknowledgment whatsoever. She accepted defeat, convinced herself she still had a great friend, and decided that was enough. Then came the actual tournament. They didn’t win (didn’t even place). Afterward, the group headed to a birthday dinner with friends. As they sat there laughing and talking, then the unexpected happened—Mark reached for her hand under the table and didn’t let go. And just like that, everything changed.