Captiva Ever After (Captiva Island Series #7)

Maggie smiled. “You betcha. I’m my mother’s daughter after all. Let’s show these people how it’s done.”

They danced past the usually accepted ten o’clock island shut-down. There was no one to complain, as practically every islander was celebrating two couples madly in love.

* * *

The next morning, everyone was doing their own thing. Lauren and her family had breakfast out on Chelsea’s lanai, with plans to join the rest of the family later that day for a rehearsal, barbeque and bonfire on the beach.

Beth decided to get some exercise by riding a bike around Captiva.

Paolo and Trevor went to Sanibellia to pick up flowers for the wedding and would later meet Devon, Clayton, Luke and Joshua to help with the tents, tables and chairs.

Thomas, James, Julia and Willow Walker were at the beach, enjoying sometime in the sun.

Riley, Iris, Grace and Connor stocked pantry items in preparation for the cooking needs the next day, and Millie was cleaning and dusting, making sure every inch of the inn was spotless.

Brea, Ciara and Maggie were eating breakfast at the inn, and Grandma was still in bed.

Becca’s bridesmaids arrived. When Morgan, Adrianne, and Eva ran toward Becca, they all screamed, excited to see each other.

“Why do girls and women do that?” Christopher asked Michael.

“What?”

“Scream like that? I’ve seen little girls do it at the center, I’ve seen teenage girls do it, and now, I’m watching fully grown adult women scream. What is that about?”

Gabriel joined the men and added his two cents. “It’s in their DNA. They probably scream more than little infant boys do.”

Michael nodded, “You may have a point there. I have two girls and a boy and Jackson doesn’t cry anywhere near as much as Olivia and Lilly.”

Beth rode her bike up next to the men. “You guys are idiots, you know that?” She then continued down the street.

“What did she mean by that?” Gabriel asked.

Michael and Christopher just shrugged and walked away.

Becca brought her bridesmaids to the Key Lime Garden Inn to show them around, and then they walked over to Powell Water Sports so they could say hello to her father and brothers.

By noon, Grandma Sarah had emerged from her bedroom. Winston was already out on the back porch drinking coffee.

“Can I get you anything, Mom?” Maggie asked her mother.

“A new pair of knees would be great. If you can’t do that, I guess I’ll just have a cup of coffee.”

Everyone within her mother’s voice, chuckled at her mother’s spunk. “God forbid you should sit out one dance,” Maggie scolded.

“Never, and if these knees give out, I’ll be rocking a wheelchair, but I’ll still be rocking. I’m going to join my man out on the porch swing. It’s another beautiful day in Florida. I might move down here permanently.”

The look on Maggie’s stunned face made everyone laugh.

“I’m finished with all the cleaning, Maggie. Do you need me to stay and help with anything else?” Millie asked.

Maggie got up from her chair. “Actually, Millie, I’d like to talk to you if you can stay a little longer.”

Millie nodded. “Of course.”

“Let’s go into my study.”

Once they settled into their chairs, Maggie pulled out several pictures from her desk drawer.