“And to show that enterprise belongs to those who execute.”

A long black limousine turned off Bellevue Avenue and rolled slowly up the crushed stone driveway, stopping right beside the garden archway.

Grant took a step toward the car, turning his glass in his hand.

“That will be her now.”

The driver stepped out, smoothed his dark jacket, and opened the rear passenger door.

Caroline stepped onto the bluestone driveway in a sapphire silk gown cut clean at the shoulders.

At her collar rested the thin silver chain she had worn since her first design job in Seabrook.