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POPPY WAS STILL sitting on the floor in the library, tapping on her laptop, when Ivy returned.
“You haven’t moved,” Ivy said, clutching the historical volume on Las Brisas that Nan’s husband had given her.
Poppy tore her focus from her screen and looked up. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “I’ve reached out to a lifestyle blogger in Los Angeles. She has a huge following, and she wants to visit and post about the historic Las Brisas del Mar—now the Seabreeze Inn. She loves the historical angle. And the fire pit on the beach.”
“Of course she does,” Ivy said, laughing. “I’ll buy one right away.”
“Do you know of any local businesses we can chat up? The best place for brunch or coffee, a cute boutique. Oh, and I need to create a website for you, too.”
“Poppy, you’re a dream. You can
