“To real family achievement,” Arthur said, raising his glass toward Chelsea.

“To a young woman who knows her worth and refuses to settle for ordinary results.”

Eleanor smoothed the front of her yellow cardigan over her waist, smiling warmly as Chelsea blew a little kiss across the bowl of takeout clam chowder.

“It really is a stunning machine, Dad,” Chelsea said, spinning her new BMW key fob around her index finger.

“But we definitely need to do something about the parking situation out front.”