I looked around at Eva, our employees, the children, and the plants moving gently in the ocean breeze.

“Several of them,” I answered.

He laughed.

“That’s the best kind.”

Later I found Callum standing beside the bench.

He had been looking at the inscription beneath it, which honored the community volunteers who had helped build the project.

“I thought a million-dollar wedding would be the event people remembered,” he said.

“Maybe some people will,” I replied.