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into the center of Morgan's chest, that in the end, she simply gave her sister a reassuring smile and said, “You don’t need to find a replacement, Emily. Everything went fine.”

CHAPTER SIX
     
    Morgan drove over to the garden early the next morning. It was a little way from the houses and stores on the island, up toward the large berry growing fields that Morgan’s Great-Grandfather William Walker had planted all those years ago, back before her grandfather had sold them off to fund the school.
    Morgan, of all people, couldn’t blame William Walker II for wanting to follow his dreams, but she was glad that he had thought to hold back this one acre, at least. She used to come here often as a child to pick berries from the few old remaining bushes and plant her own little patches of flowers, and her mother had shown her how to push seeds down into the soil and water them with a tiny watering can while her father looked on. After her mother's death, Morgan had continued to keep up the flowers, feeling sometimes as if the large blue blooms on the Great Blue Lobelia bushes were her mother's way of sprinkling magic onto them from above.
    But now that she hadn't been back for more than a few days at a time over the past seven years, berry seeds from the nearby fields had drifted in, making for a mess of brambles and tangles, nettles and weeds. It was going to take a lot of work to turn it back into the bountiful vegetable, fruit and flower garden it had once been. Yet she only felt more determined to make it work, and not just for her organic makeup line. Morgan wanted to feel as if her mother was still looking down on her, wanted to pretend that they were out working side by side with the land and the water all around them.
    The ringtone on her phone jolted her out of her memories. “The contracts are looking exactly the way we wanted them to,” Juliet said as soon as Morgan picked up. “The distributers are on board, and the production company for the series is looking happy with the format. They want to talk to you about set designs sometime soon and work out a shooting schedule. I also wanted to remind you to take lots of pictures and get them up on your social media pages. It’s time to start building the online buzz about the series so that we’re ready when the pilot program goes out.”
    “I’ll get them up soon,” Morgan promised, then checked to make sure there wasn't anything urgent that needed her attention before she hung up.
    The network's marketing team had loved the angle of Morgan bringing her family’s garden back to life to produce ingredients for her makeup line. With luck, by the time her line and the show came out together, people would already be so caught up in the photos and videos that she planned to post over the next several weeks that they would automatically be hooked when the show began to air and her makeup line finally hit stores.
    But as she breathed in the soft scents of the berry fields around her, Morgan knew this garden could never just be boiled down to a PR angle. Not when it was a huge part of who she was, even if she wasthe only member of the current generation of Walkers who had inherited the family’s green thumb.
    Morgan used her phone to take a few pictures of the wild, overgrown acre, working to make sure that she got the light right and framed the plants so that they drew the eye into the picture.
    By the time she'd taken and uploaded her final picture for the time being, Brian’s classic Mustang pulled up to the edge of the field. It looked so incongruous sitting next to her convertible. And so much more fitting for the island.
    Tad was the first out of Brian’s car. Morgan tried not to laugh as the big football player practically sprinted around to Natalie’s side to open her door for her. But she couldn’t hold that laugh in when Natalie beat him to it, getting out on her own, completely oblivious to Tad’s attempt at chivalry.
    “Young love,” Morgan said