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to sit down with you and review my will. You are the executor. I wasn’t prepared when your mother died.”
    She swallowed hard. “I don’t think any of us were.”
    “That won’t happen twice. I want to do what’s best for Sydney and all of you. It’s the responsible thing to do. So, is everything alright with you?”
    Morgan took his hand and placed it on a prime kicking spot. “They’re healthy, and I’m happy. So yeah. We’re just fine, Dad.”
    “It always amazes how wonderful that feeling is. When your mother was pregnant with you, if you weren’t kicking, you had her up all night. I thought you would grow up to be a soccer player with insomnia.”
    “Instead you got a bookworm who hated your beloved football.” Morgan giggled.
    Her father gave her a warm smile. “I think everything turned out just fine.”
    Morgan sat on his bed. “Do you have any regrets about your life?”
    “I have enjoyed every day of my life and it keeps getting better.” He patted her hand.
    “OK. What if you could have one do-over? What would you wish for?
    “I wish I could have taken that walk down the aisle with you.”
    Morgan’s eyes widened. “Dad, I’m sorry. If I hadn’t met Seth on that island and gotten married there, I probably would have been a crazy cat lady. At least, that’s what Isabelle and I had planned.”
    “You married a good man that loves you and you’re happy. That’s all that matters.”
    Morgan hugged her father. She could help him recover from the heart attack, but she couldn’t go back in time and let her father give her away.
     
    * * *
     
     
    “What’s up?” Morgan said as she exited the elevator and walked into the penthouse.
    “Did you get Jocelyn’s email?” Her friend Nina put down her shopping bags by the door and followed Morgan into the living room. After two weeks of nagging, Morgan had finally talked her into participating in the Match Wits show, even though Nina avoided the Queen Titans like the plague.
    “No, I’ve been trying to get dressed for the past hour.” Morgan plopped down on the couch.
    “Wardrobe malfunction?”
    “No. I got tired so I took a nap.” Morgan groaned.
    Nina burst out laughing.
    “That’s not funny. I was totally sympathetic when you were pregnant with Gabby.” Morgan took a piece of candy out of the bowl on the coffee table. “So what’s this juicy gossip you wanted to dish?”
    “Your cousin Charisma volunteered for Match Wits.”
    “What!”
    “I know. I did a triple take when I saw her name.” Nina pulled up the email on her phone and showed it to Morgan.
    “I thought Jocelyn was asking spouses of the players only?”
    “Apparently your cousin has wormed her way into the Queen Titans. I made a few calls to get the dirt, and Charisma has been spending time with the leader of their gang, Ariana Holt. They swore her in as a probationary QT under the guise of playing Match Wits, because Ariana and her BFF, Sanguine Speres, had an argument at lunch last week. It didn’t hurt that Charisma is spouting off that you and her don’t get along. Ariana was supposedly salivating like a rabid dog at that news. See why I don’t like those evil bitches?”
    “Who’s Ariana’s husband again?” It was so hard to keep track of all the players’ wives, particularly since Morgan didn’t socialize with many of them.
    “He’s the center, Deacon Holt. He’s a sweetheart, but Ariana could be Satan’s daughter. Where’s that directory I gave you of all this worthless information?”
    “I tossed it after I got a headache the first three pages in.” Morgan sighed. “I guess I’ll just never qualify for the Queen Titans and get invited to their fancy parties.”
    “Not to worry, you have a good friend who’s a party planner so you don’t need to attend their snooty events. Ooh, which reminds me—guess what?” Nina clasped her hands together.
    “What?”
    “Jocelyn asked me to plan the next team party!”
    “Wow! Congrats!