Claire smiled as she stood in the middle of the theater renovation site, watching the transformation of the long-neglected theater. For years it had sat abandoned, its ornate gold leaf dulled, velvet curtains eaten by moths, and the air thick with dust and the faint smell of damp soil. Rain had warped its beams, shadows had claimed its corners, and time had dimmed the once-vibrant frescoes on its ceiling.
But now, life was flooding back into it. Sienna-Rose, with a flick of her graceful fingers and a shimmer of magic, had swept away decades of decay in a single day. Dust dissolved into motes of light, rotted wood reformed with a rich, warm sheen, and the fresco above the stage once again glowed with scenes of dawn skies and celestial figures. The grand chandelier blazed to life, scattering golden light across the red velvet drapes framing the stage.
