I stare at the wreath, even more astonished. “This is incredible.” “You think so?” she asks, beaming. “I do.” I roam my eyes up and down the door, then turn my gaze to my designer. The woman who enjoys making homemade items. The woman who went all out for me. The woman I can’t stop thinking about. Decorating might not be my thing, but I could decorate all day with her.
