Lena's POV
Christmas arrived the way good things arrived in the Morrison mansion, fully, without warning, all at once.
Not literally without warning. Henry had been planning since October. I knew this because Jade had flagged three separate calendar entries in November titled Christmas coordination and because Henry had appeared in my office twice with questions about preferences that were technically casual and actually very detailed and which I had answered while pretending not to notice what he was building.
But the morning itself arrived with the particular quality of something that exceeded its preparation.
I came downstairs at eight to find the entrance hall transformed.
Not decorated, transformed. The distinction mattered.
Decoration was something applied to a space from the
