Chapter 137 Muddy Robes

• Hannah
• The sudden downpour of rain caught everyone, myself and Noah included, off guard. Gasping, I stumbled backwards beneath the onslaught of cold water, my mouth hanging open. Even Noah’s eyes went wide as he took in the scene around us, his hair already plastered to his head.
• Within seconds, the festival grounds had gone from a peaceful celebration to a chaotic mess of people rushing to save decorations, food, and—mostly—themselves from the unexpected downpour.