Chapter 2
“Damn it!” Marisol threw her scissors down with a frustrated huff and frowned at the wad of fake moss in her hand. “Why can’t I cut in a straight line?”
“Don’t be too hard on yourself,” Tony said as he snipped away at his own sheet of moss. “It’s hard to cut a freeform straight line.”
Marisol waved her moss like a flag of defeat. “I’m not cutting freeform, I’m trying and failing to follow a line. There’s a grid on the back of the sheets.”
“There is?” One eyebrow arched on Tony’s face as he flipped over his moss to take a look. “Huh. Look at that.”
The dining room table was covered in crafting scraps; sheets of moss, tartan ribbon, strips of lace, fake sunflowers, and succulents. Fifteen lanterns, varied in size, shape, and style, were lined up at one end of the table, along
