Emily's POV
The kitchen was a frenzy of movement, alive with the bustling sounds of clinking pots, hurried footsteps, and sharp voices. The air smelled of pine, nutmeg, and roasted meats, creating a festive atmosphere despite the tension lurking beneath it all. But for me, the joy of Christmas was a distant memory. Luna Celeste's sharp voice pierced the chaos, barking orders like a general on the battlefield. The scent of cinnamon and freshly baked bread mingled with the frosty December air sneaking in through open doors.
Luna Celeste's voice sliced through the festive atmosphere like a whip. "I want those garlands perfect! Not a single needle out of place! And those centerpieces had better sparkle like they were kissed by the goddess herself!"
From my spot in the kitchen, I could hear
