When Wendy headed out the next morning, she felt as if she could tackle the world. The sun was shining, the call of seagulls echoed nearby, and it was a beautiful day in paradise. She donned a summer suit the color of orange sherbet that only added to her good cheer.

Like yesterday, she found herself noticing details and effortlessly connecting more with the people she encountered. When she had breakfast at a small deli near her building, she complimented the earrings worn by the young girl behind the counter, who seemed so sincerely touched that Wendy realized the rich patrons of Emerald Shores probably seldom took the time for such niceties. And when she re-entered the building that housed the resort's corporate offices, she greeted the receptionist in the vast first-floor lobby with a smile. "Those flowering shrubs I keep seeing everywhere are gorgeous!" she said. "The ones with the bright pink flowers. What are they?"

"Bougainvillea," the woman said with a smile. "It blooms all year here as long as it doesn't get too cold. I believe you're meeting with Mr. Worth and Mr. Penny this morning?"