*Lauren*
The bright tropical sun was just cresting over the horizon when there was a familiar rap on my bungalow door. I opened it to find my father Michael standing there, trademark coffee mug in hand and an eager gleam in his eye.
"Good morning, pumpkin," he greeted me with a warm hug. "I hope you don't mind me barging in this early. I figured we could use the cool morning hours to start digging into all the work ahead of us."
I smiled, touched by his enthusiasm despite the ambitious agenda he was no doubt thinking about. With Mr. Cavalier officially gone, Dad had made no secret of his desire to pour every ounce of his passion into reigniting our family's island paradise as a world-class resort destination.
And apparently, I was to be his chief lieutenant in helping realize that grand vision moving forward.
