CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
This was going to be harder than I thought.
I stood in the midst of my garden the next morning with my arms folded across my chest and my foot tapping the stone garden path. Everything was green and bright and incredibly bland.
“Arian?” I called to the open doorway of my home.
Arian peeked her head out. Her hands were filled with the laundry basket. “Yes?”
I waved my hand about the place. “You’ve seen one of these festivals before. What do people usually decorate their homes with?”
Arian set the basket down and walked over to me. “They often hang paper lanterns and streamers.”
I cupped my chin in one hand and tapped a loose finger against my face. “That sounds really pretty but I want to do something else, or at least something more than that.”
“Perhaps fo
