She nodded, her throat tight. If she didn’t speak now, she might lose her nerve entirely.
She made her way to the center aisle, feeling dozens of stares focused on her. Familiar faces watched her—some hopeful, some wary. She spotted Mrs. Henderson, who’d been bringing her grandchildren to Coastal Coffee every Saturday for years. Patty Miller, whose roof Cliff had personally helped repair after the hurricane. Each person represented a different part of the community she loved, a community that was being torn apart by this decision.
As she approached the microphone, she felt like she was being pulled in two directions. She understood Cliff’s need to prove himself, to build something meaningful. But she also knew what made their island special, and it wasn’t luxury high-rises.
The wooden floorboards creaked under her feet as she stepped up front. As she adjusted the microphone, the feedback caused a momentary screech that silenced the room.
“My name is Beverly Mooney,” she began, her voice steadier than she felt. “I’ve lived on Magnolia Key my entire life. Coastal Coffee has been my business for over twenty years now, and I’ve seen a lot of changes in our town during that time.”
She paused, gathering her thoughts. From the corner of her eye, she saw Cliff sitting at the side of the stage with the planning commission members. She ignored him. Or tried to.
“I understand the appeal of progress and development. But I believe this particular project would fundamentally alter what makes our island special. The height alone would change our skyline forever. And while jobs are important, we need to ask ourselves what kind of community we want to?—”
Movement from the stage interrupted her. Cliff had risen from his seat and was approaching the microphone.
“Please,” he said, his voice carrying through the room without the need for amplification. “If I could say a word first.”
She stepped back, startled. This wasn’t part of the normal procedure for these meetings. She glanced at the mayor, who seemed equally surprised but gave a small nod of acquiescence.
Cliff moved to stand beside her at the microphone. Up close, she could see the tension in his jaw and the crease between his brows. But there was something else in his eyes. There was a certainty she hadn’t seen before.
“I apologize for interrupting,” he said, addressing both Beverly and the crowd. “But before anyone speaks for or against the original proposal, I’d like everyone to see something important.”
She stepped back to give him the microphone, annoyed he was interrupting her.
“I know many of you have concerns about the changes my development might bring to Magnolia Key. I understand those concerns. This island has been my home too. It shaped me, even during the years I was away.”
She tensed, waiting for his usual speech about economic benefits, tax revenue, and job creation. She’d heard it all before and had prepared her own counterarguments, mentally rehearsing what she would say when it was her turn to speak. She grew more annoyed that he’d interrupted her. She wanted to state again how she was against the project, against Cliff, despite their personal relationship. How she knew she would choose the island over love. It was that important to her.
But something in Cliff’s manner made her pause. He seemed different tonight—less defensive, more thoughtful as he looked around the room, meeting the eyes of his neighbors and former classmates.
“The hurricane changed things for all of us,” he said, his gaze finding hers. “It reminded me what matters most about this place. We all came together to rebuild after the hurricane, and a very smart woman helped me see that’s what’s important. It’s not the buildings or the boardwalk. It’s the people. The community.”
She couldn’t take her eyes from him, and a flicker of hope kindled deep inside of her.
“I now more fully understand the concerns about preserving Magnolia Key’s character,” he said. “That’s why we’ve made several modifications to the original plans.”
He gestured to one of his assistants, who quickly placed mounted boards with on the easels on the stage. These showed a different building than he’d presented before. Instead of the modern high-rise, these showed what could only be called quintessential old Florida, with architectural elements that echoed the island’s historical structures.
“We were able to buy the adjoining lot to the one we previously purchased. We have redesigned the facade to incorporate traditional materials. The ground floor will feature covered walkways with arches similar to those on the town hall and the library. And you’ll see…” He paused and looked at her again. “It will now be only two stories tall. Shops and restaurants on the lower level, and condos on the second story, keeping within Magnolia’s current building codes.”
A gasp ran through the crowd, and many of the council members leaned forward, studying the drawings with interest.
“Additionally, we’re creating a dedicated space in the lobby for a permanent historical exhibit about the boardwalk and early Magnolia Key. I’m working with the historical society to ensure the display properly honors the island’s heritage.”
A ripple of low comments ran through the hall.
“As for the environmental concerns,” he continued, “we’ve partnered with marine scientists to ensure minimal impact on the shoreline. And while the building’s footprint is larger since we spread out between the two lots, the overall size of the building is smaller since we lowered the height.”
He pointed to another board showing detailed diagrams. “We’ve also incorporated green building practices throughout the design. Solar panels, rainwater collection systems, and native landscaping will make this one of the most environmentally sustainable buildings on the coast.”
She felt her own certainty waver as she studied the new plans. The modified design was beautiful, she had to admit. It managed to echo the past while looking toward the future. Several council members were exchanging approving glances.
“But most importantly,” Cliff said, his voice softening slightly, “we’re preserving public access to the waterfront. The boardwalk will be widened, with new seating areas where families can still gather to watch those sunsets we all love.”
Applause rang through the town hall as people jumped to their feet. After a few minutes, the mayor banged his gravel again, a wide grin on his face. “With no variance needed on our regular building codes, I guess this meeting is adjourned. Mr. Griffin, we look forward to working with you.”
She stepped to the side as many of the townsfolk came forward to shake Cliff’s hand. Maxine walked up beside her. “Well, that was surprising.”
