Chapter 127

• My Luna Ceremony unfolded the following weekend, sending Sharon into even more frenzy as she finalized last-minute details. Each day, her buns became a tad messier as she juggled flower arrangements, guest lists, food, and even sought out entertainment against my wishes—though the twins insisted she disregard my protests.
• Cobalt and powder blue streamers adorned the town's light posts, while brightly decorated wreaths hung on storefronts. Laughter filled the air, a stark contrast to the lingering aftermath of devastation.
• As I walked under the pavilion erected in the park, the crowd's cheers flushed my face with warmth. Riding high on the waves of joy and celebration, I greeted guests, buoyed by their positive energy.