The sun had barely risen over the treetops, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, but the pack house was already buzzing with activity. The air was alive with the scent of fresh flowers, pastries, and a hint of pine from the surrounding forest. Lila moved through the house like a whirlwind, her golden hair bouncing as she rushed from room to room, her arms full of decorations.
"Opal!" her mother's voice echoed down the hall, high-pitched and frantic. "Where are the centerpieces? I could have sworn I set them down right here!"
Opal leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, watching as her mother spun in circles, her blue eyes wide with panic. She couldn't help but smile, a warmth spreading through her chest. "Mom, they're right behind you. On the counter."
