The chandelier just wasn’t going to stay up. Morgan had managed to keep this bizarre sculpture of found objects and lights tied together in a mass of strange, terrifying beauty. But the logistics of hanging it from the trees and also running electricity to it at the same time… She was clueless.

She stood looking at her odd creation, then up at the tree, then back at the ground.

“Need a hand?”

Morgan spun around and her heart nearly pounded right out of her chest.

“Adam!”

She ran toward him and he grabbed her up in a bear hug. “Thanks for last night on the swing,” he said into her ear, kissing her jawline as she squeezed him tight. “I love you.”

Her heart thumped and the butterflies had a party in her tummy. So he remembered. This was all real and he was really there. The truth had been revealed. Their fates were sealed and she was all in. After their illicit encounter in his car last night, Morgan had gone home to do another incantation to give him something to look forward to next time they met. But the vision had done way more than that. It had revealed everything. Their history and their destiny. They had been together throughout time and now everything made sense.

She kissed his lips gently at first, but Adam went for it and pretty soon they were full-on making out in front of all the worker bees buzzing around setting up for the feast.

“Get a room!” somebody shouted.

“Go to the She Shed!” said another.

Adam put her down and kissed her on the forehead, wondering what the hell a She Shed was. He put the thought out of his head and got busy helping. He and Morgan looked over her chandelier and talked about how he could hang the monstrosity. He said he would think about how to handle it. Meanwhile, he saw that some of the other Sisters could use help with assembling the dance floor in another area of the meadow.

Morgan said that was fine and told him she needed to go check on the desserts. She could feel Adam watch her walk away. She blushed and wished she had worn something a little more skimpy, despite the cool gray morning.

In the museum kitchen, she examined the chocolate fountain, the pumpkin cake pops, apple tarts and pear crumbles. Everything looked in order and beautiful. It had better be, for $50 a plate. They were going to have a full house, and the table would be packed with city leaders expecting an authentic farm-to-table dinner. The city had never handed over this much cash to the living history museum, so the Sisters were going to make it count. She secretly hoped it would be so successful, they might collaborate every year. They might even be able to generate enough revenue to do things beyond repair the museum buildings. Maybe they could add on in the future. Morgan went outside and inspected the grounds. There would be space to replicate a small colonial courtroom with acoustics, so they wouldn’t have to reenact the witch trials out in the open. Sure, this story was not as well known as Salem, but the lessons were the same. Maybe they could branch out and share actors and resources with Ashford and Woodlawn. Their covens were bigger than Birchdale’s, and had a lot more money.

Morgan made her way back to the meadow to see how Adam was doing with her chandelier. But he wasn’t there. Her chandelier was in the same spot as it was before, on the ground next to the banquet table. There was no evidence that he had even started working on it. The dance floor was all finished. Maybe he went to go look for supplies. Yes, that had to be it.

She got busy sprucing for the next couple of hours, trusting that Adam was a capable fellow and he would handle it.

When all the preparations were as ready as they could be, she took a break for lunch. She wasn’t really hungry but definitely was in the mood for some tasty Adam lips.

Back at the meadow again, her chandelier still lay in the same place.

Fern was busy setting the places at the banquet table. “Fern, have you seen Adam?”

Fern smirked as she adjusted the silver forks, spoons and knives. “No, haven’t seen lover boy in a while. Maybe he’s waiting for you at your house.”

That was a juicy thought, but kind of annoying that he hadn’t finished the project he said he would. “Well, I’ve been all over the property and I can’t find him anywhere. And he still didn’t hang my chandelier.”

“Is that what that is? I thought it was something a giant owl threw up.”

Morgan shook her head. “Well, once it’s hung up and lit, it will make sense. You’ll see, my readers will love it.”

Fern laughed. “They probably will. Not that I’ve ever understood your readers.”

Morgan brushed off this comment and marched down to her house to eat some lunch. Now that she was annoyed at two people, she needed to eat some feelings.

She opened her pantry and thought about how upset she was. Was she one sleeve or two sleeves upset with Adam? He had outright abandoned her with no explanation. This was a two-sleever. She took out her package of thin mints and ate two sleeves. Then she went for the pumpkin spice Oreos and ate the whole bag. Then she got into the liquor cabinet, and stopped herself. Wait a minute. He’s a cop. Maybe he got called in to work. That’s it! And you are a dummy for not having a cell phone, so no wonder he disappeared with no word.

Goddess, you’re an idiot, Morgan Hibbins. Get ahold of yourself.

Relieved, she decided to take a nap before getting ready for tonight. It was going to be a long, long night without Adam by her side. But she would make the best of it.