The crystals above that I saw earlier were chandeliers. A dozen of them, hanging in the trees, coming to life and lighting up the leaves, their branches, and looking like a whole other world up there. Emmy sucked in a breath, and I looked over at her, seeing her chin tremble and a tear hanging at the corner of her eye. “Oh, my God,” she murmured. She seemed to love chandeliers, didn’t she?
A chandelier fan girlie
