Page 7 of Easton Island: A Wedding to Remember

“It’s simply perfect,” Gerard said. “We had no idea.”

“We Easton Islanders know how to keep a secret,” Ronni said.

“You certainly do.” Not missing a beat, Elizabeth, with Gerard by her side, began making her rounds, greeting their special guests.

Morgan felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to find Wyatt standing behind her. “Hey, beautiful.”

“There you are. I thought you were going to stand me up.”

“Never. I had to swing by the house to change after work.” He sneaked a kiss. “This is a fancy shindig.”

“You think so?” Morgan gazed around the room, her heart warming at the sight of so many familiar faces, people she loved and cared for.

“Absolutely. Your grandmother appears to be enjoying herself.”

It was true. Elizabeth Easton was in her element. Not as a businesswoman, or estate owner, investor or even grandmother, but as a woman who had built strong relationships and valued her close friendships.

Although the party was for Elizabeth and Gerard, Morgan had a slightly selfish reason for hosting the event. It gave her the opportunity to bring those who meant so much to the Easton family under one roof. Not only to celebrate the upcoming nuptials, but also a celebration of the future.

She snuggled close to her boyfriend, placing her head on his shoulder. All was right in her world. Wyatt had almost completely recovered from his accident. Amber, his ex, had been vanquished from the island. Quinn had moved back to Easton Island. Brett had recently received a good progress report from his doctor. Locke Pointe's reservations were picking up.

The trio of musicians segued into a slower tune. As if on cue, the lights dimmed. Grasping Elizabeth’s hand, Gerard escorted his bride-to-be onto the makeshift dance floor.

The couple swayed to the music, moving in unison. Elizabeth gazed into Gerard’s eyes, a look of love, of promise for the future.

Soon, other couples joined them—Quinn and Brett, Grady and Grace.

“Let’s go.” Wyatt led Morgan to the edge of the dance floor and pulled her into his arms. Her pulse ticked up a notch, feeling his warmth through his silky shirt. She closed her eyes, thanking God he was on the mend. The only remnant of Wyatt being struck during a traffic stop was a slight limp.

“You’re a pretty good dancer,” Morgan murmured.

“I have some moves.” Wyatt shifted back, catching her eye. “Wait until the disco tunes start. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“Disco tunes?” Morgan tilted her head. “You mean like Saturday Night Fever?”

“You know it.” Wyatt thrust his right hand in the air and his left behind him. “I can boogie down with the best of them.”

“I can’t wait to see you in action,” she teased. “I’ll be sure to request the band to play a tune or two.”

As soon as the song ended, a small army of servers Morgan had hired appeared. They began offering round two of hors d'oeuvres. Petite pizzas, platters of meatballs, shrimp cocktail, crab cakes, and lobster avocado bites.

While Wyatt left to refill their drinks, Morgan circled the room, chatting with guests. Despite knowing Elizabeth wouldn’t be interested in playing party games, she’d come up with a compromise…a trivia game about Easton Island.

Quinn helped her host by handing out paper and pencils. It was no surprise, at least to Morgan, when Captain Davey and Denver Coates tied for the most correct answers.

She passed out the goodie bags filled with treats from the bakery, coffee from Bean Brewing, Ariel’s coffee shop, and even a gift card for the local hardware store.

All too soon, the party ended.

“Gerard and I shall stay to help you clean up,” Elizabeth said.

“No way.” Morgan shook her head. “As honorary guests, you’re not allowed to help.”

“You can, however, take some food off our hands.” Ronni held out a platter of petite sandwiches and decadent desserts.

“Thank you. It was lovely to see everyone.”

“I met a few of Gerard’s friends. It was nice to put faces with names.” Morgan trailed behind the couple, following them and Ben to their vehicle. She placed the leftovers in the trunk. “I’ll swing by tomorrow to pick up Chester. Please tell Mrs. Arnsby thanks again for keeping him at the house.”

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