Mamaw exclaimed, clasping her hands together. “Sea Breeze is now officially yours.” Harper’s chest constricted as she looked at her signature on the deed. There, on the bottom of the real estate deed, was her name written in her tight vertical script: Harper Muir-James. She’d done it. Or rather, Granny James had done it. With some careful manipulating and planning, she’d managed for Harper to buy Sea Breeze. It felt unreal. As if she were floating in some dream and someone would soon wake her up. But it was real, she thought with amazement as she looked around in a daze at the smiling faces sitting around the long, polished dining-room table at Sea Breeze. So many people were impacted by this one decision. Taylor, of course. Carson and Blake. Dora and Devlin. Most of all, her grandmothers. Mamaw and Granny James. She stood between them and looked from one to the other. How lucky she was to have these two remarkable women as role models in her life. This was a shared joy. Everyone was smiling.
