Her cheeks were flushed, though it was unclear whether it was from coughing or for another reason.
The evening sky outside grew dark, with fireworks rising into the air, their tiny sparks blossoming in the night sky, scattered star dust falling to the human world.
The performances on TV were at their most spectacular, with laughter and cheers echoing intermittently.
Father Edwards and Mother Edwards watched with delight, holding a handful of sunflower seeds, occasionally joining in the laughter.
Hayes Edwards sat leaning on one side, glancing down at his phone, which he put away after a few seconds.
At the same time, Grace Winter's phone buzzed with a message notification.
She glanced down at her phone, then looked over towards Hayes Edwards.
The young man gazed straight ahead, the corner of his mouth just slightly curved, like a mischievous cat that stealthily extends its paw from behind the curtain.
The message read — Lantern Festival, want to go?
