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“At times,” Deb replied. “The key was respecting the hotel’s heritage while creating spaces that would be fresh and inviting. In addition, we sourced antique pieces that could have been original to the building, then balanced them with contemporary comfort.”

“And the historical accuracy?” asked a woman Deb recognized as a preservation specialist.

Deb brought April into the conversation. “April Raines is head of the Crown Island Historical Society, and she worked closely with us to ensure authenticity.”

April nodded. “Together, we researched important pieces, old logs, and photography, highlighting vintage pieces while also meeting modern guest expectations.”

The woman nodded her approval. “It’s rare to see this level of attention to historical detail in a commercial renovation.”

“Ryan Kingston insisted on that, and I was happy to oblige,” Deb said.

The woman inclined her head. “I heard you insisted on the preservation of historical elements, such as those in the Library Bar.”

Deb smiled. “That’s true. I was born on the island, and the Majestic Hotel holds special significance for those who live here. Ryan tasked us with preserving it for future generations. The renovation was a labor of love, not only for Ryan but for the entire team. Be sure to talk to him as well and call on April for any historical details.”

After the interviews concluded, Deb turned to April. “You’re very good at speaking to the media. I’m impressed.”

April’s cheeks flushed with excitement. “I was nervous at first, but it’s like teaching a history class. That comes naturally to me.”

After the press event, people moved into the main ballroom and spilled onto the veranda, greeting friends. Servers circulated with champagne and appetizers, and the noise level escalated as people exclaimed over the hotel’s new look.

Deb made her way to the delectable display of hors d’oeuvres. Seafood offerings were brimming with Dungeness crab legs, jumbo shrimp, ahi tuna ceviche, and caviar, all artistically displayed alongside floral arrangements and ice sculptures.

Chef Gianna was overseeing her team beside a carving station. The Hawaiian pulled pork made with pineapples and brown sugar smelled so good that Deb’s stomach growled. She pressed a hand against her abdomen.

Gianna’s eyes widened with alarm. “Oh, my goodness. I heard that. Have you had anything to eat today?”

“I nibbled on some fruit as I was changing.”

“That’s not enough for a metabolism accustomed to eating and exercising like you do. You must eat. And be sure to try the yellowtail jalapeño and black cod bites.”

Gianna motioned to a server to put together a plate for her.

Deb was grateful for Gianna’s insistence. Guests had pulled her between conversations with hardly a chance to catch her breath in between. A couple from New York had seen the magazine article and expressed interest in hiring her for their beach house. A developer from San Diego wanted to discuss a boutique hotel project. Another woman who owned a luxury spa took her card for a renovation project she was contemplating.

Each interaction held potential, but she was starving.

Gianna passed a plate to her. “Sliced Wagyu beef, grilled baby artichokes, broiled oysters, and lobster truffle tempura, along with my new specialties. I’ll send the servers your way, but this should help hold you over until dinner.”

“You’ve rescued me from certain starvation,” Deb said, smiling.

“Someone has to. And be careful with that gorgeous dress,” Gianna added, giving her a large cloth napkin. “Can you sit down for five minutes?”

“I’ll try,” Deb replied, glancing around. “This looks delicious, and I’d rather eat it than wear it.”

Five minutes. That’s all she needed. She found a table on the veranda and sat by herself. However, her solitude didn’t last long.

Maileah approached her, holding up her phone. “You’ve got to see this. Our social media engagement is blazing hot. The Majestic is trending, thanks to the influencers who are here. People love the work you’ve done. Maybe you’ll get a book deal next.”

“That was fast,” Deb said, her head spinning.

“Everything moves at warp speed online. You’re a star tonight.”

The validation seemed surreal. A year ago, Deb had been a local designer with big dreams. Tonight, she was being recognized for her part in the restoration of a beloved landmark.

Maileah peered at Deb’s plate. “I should get something to eat. Sailor has a mob around him, and he’s signing autographs. I’m trying to get used to that. Hold a seat for me, will you?”

“If you’re fast. I need to get back out there, too.”

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