Page 110 of Impractical Magic

“Who wrote an entry on ‘conjuring’ for the Encyclopaedia Britannica?”

“Harry Houdini!” called a gentleman in the back.

“What is the longest bridge in the United States?”

“Lake Pontchartrain Causeway in New Orleans!” another voice rang out.

“And in the world?”

Raj was on it. “China’s Danyang-Kunshan Grand Bridge.”

“When was the margarita invented?” Conrad asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Nate’s hand shot up. “Trick question! The recipe was first published in 1937 by the United Kingdom Bartenders’ Guild, but it was called the Picador at the time, not the margarita.”

Scarlett grinned. That’s my man.

As the lessons continued, Scarlett’s mind wandered to the future that lay ahead. With Nate in memory training, the possibility of travel and adventure beyond Oak Haven’s borders was tantalizingly close. For now, they had their happy responsibilities—Scarlett running the inn and Nate his hardware store. But the world was full of endless possibilities.

Scarlett looked around the room, taking in the faces of her loved ones, the warmth of their laughter, and the magic that filled every corner of her hometown. She knew that no matter where life took her, Oak Haven would always be home. And with Nate by her side, anything seemed possible. The future stretched out before them, a blank page waiting to be written with love and far too many Thanksgivings.