#Chapter 134: The Lunar Festival

Hannah My heels clicked on the pavement as I marched around the festival grounds, clipboard in hand, barking orders left and right. The Lunar Festival was today, and although most things were in order, there were still a few hiccups that needed addressing—and some things that couldn’t be addressed at all. For instance, the weather seemed ominous; dark storm clouds had gathered on the horizon, darkening the sky. The wind was beginning to pick up, and the temperature was growing humid. A storm was the last thing we needed today; and while we could potentially move the festival somewhere indoors, it was all so last-minute that I felt as if I might collapse from the weight of it all. “No, no, no!” I called out to a group of workers who were struggling with a banner that wouldn’t stop whipping in the wind. “That goes over there, by the main stage!” One of the workers looked at me and threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. “But Luna Hannah, you said—”