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“I’m very proud of you, honey,” Mom said, clearly trying to be supportive. “Oh, look how beautiful the shop looks!”

We parked across the street from Merlot Masterpieces and got out of the car. The place looked incredible. Hannah had strung dangling lights in arcs beneath the striped awning out front and set up four bistro tables where people could take their projects outside on the sidewalk to work. The huge glass panes of the front were glowing with the warm light inside the shop, and from the street, the place looked inviting and beautiful.

“It looks great,” Dalton said, and then rushed off to one side of the big windows and began making faces at his phone, nodding and shaking his head, and putting a finger to his mouth like he was thinking. I’d never understand Tiktok.

Hannah stepped out onto the sidewalk and pushed open the door for us. “You made it!” she cried, and Mom rushed in and hugged her.

“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

Hannah showed us the craft stations she’d got