The sun had climbed higher by the time they finished prepping the last of the table markers and floral arrangements. A warm breeze drifted through the Garden Pavilion, stirring the scent of orchids and sea salt. Maya stepped back, wiping her palms discreetly against her skirt as she exchanged a nod with Jessa.
“That’s the last of it,” Sienna said, stretching her arms above her head. “If I stand another minute under this sun, I might melt into the gravel.”
Harper chuckled. “Then let’s go before we have to carry you to lunch.”
Their group turned, weaving back through the resort’s winding path, shoes crunching softly on the pale stone walkway. Laughter and light chatter floated among them, the mood lighter now that the setup was complete.
But as they neared the restaurant terrace, Maya’s
