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On Saturday morning, Ivy rose early. Her brothers Forrest and Flint would arrive soon with their kids to tackle the lower level cleaning and painting, and she still had to tend to breakfast and morning guest requests. Imani had volunteered to lead the beach walk and clip flowers for the entryway, and Poppy was filling in to teach Shelly’s morning yoga class. Ivy was confident that everything would get done, but just barely.
As the scent of roasted coffee filled the air, Ivy dashed around the kitchen preparing the breakfast trays with the muffins Mitch had dropped off, hoping Shelly would arrive as early as she’d promised.
Sunny sauntered into the kitchen, her hair in disarray. She had pulled on cut-off jean shorts and a T-shirt emblazoned with the slogan, Life is Better in Summer Beac
