This is insane.
“Is this real life?” Harper stands beside me with a wide-eyed expression.
“It is for us, baby.”
Her hand finds mine, and she gives it a squeeze.
We spent the morning flying across the country. Seattle to Atlanta, Atlanta to Saint Maarten, and then a ferry from Saint Maarten to the island of Anguilla.
Several members of the team are here, either as guests of Justin and Elise’s wedding, like Harper and I are, or as members of the wedding party, like Grant, Owen, Teddy, and Asher, plus their significant others. Justin and Elise’s families are due to arrive on the island tomorrow.
After we disembark from the ferry, we’re greeted by the sight of white sandy beaches and little pastel-colored buildings. A driver waits, ready to take us and our luggage to the property Justin
