#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. Noah and I needed to move quickly if we were going to save the festival from certain disaster. “We need to move everything inside!” Noah shouted over the deafening cacophony of rain and panicked voices. “Hannah, help me direct the vendors!” I nodded, already soaked to the bone—having utterly forgotten what we were just talking about moments prior. “On it!” Noah and I split up, each taking a side of the festival grounds. I ran from booth to booth, urging vendors to pack up their wares and head