Epilogue
On her way to her car with her arms full of a few things from her market stall, Fleur Champion stood under the Lovely Bay town sign for a second or two, peered up and read through some of the Lovely accolades—the third smallest town in the country, a thriving economy of small businesses, the beauty of the marshes, the towering lighthouse, chowder, chocolate, and the River Lovely itself.
She nodded and smiled as it went through her brain that the third smallest town in the country had more than worked for her.