43- DO YOU PARTY?

LILA

"So, are you telling me that woman has returned?" Sasha asked, placing a delicate flower into a slender vase.

The moon festival was upon us, a time when each room in the house would be adorned with vibrant flowers or painted in the festival's radiant colours. We busied ourselves decorating the rooms for the Moon Festival. I took pride in my knack for decoration. Memories of past festivals danced in my mind, where I, single-handedly, had transformed our home into a festive wonderland while Nana watched with a smile, so, I didn't require the assistance of servants for this task. My hands and heart knew each corner of our chamber, every nook that needed a touch of beauty.

Since last night, Blaise and I hadn't exchanged a word. He had returned late, long after I had succumbed to sleep's embrace, and he chose not to share the bedroom. This morning, too, he left early, robbing me of any opportunity for conversation. Now, as dusk painted the sky in shades of orange