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’
