Spring Festival, the most important holiday for the Chinese, with every household aglow with festive lights and decorations. In the villa, Titus Zane busied herself with the help of the housemaid.
This year, in her role as the lady of the house, although she couldn't do everything firsthand, watching the maid work filled her with a feeling vastly different from before.
Perhaps in pursuit of good fortune, she donned a bright red knitted sweater paired with a shawl, her usual curly hair now straightened, and dyed from brown to black.
"Ma'am, do you think this position is okay?" Following the lady's instructions, every window in the hall was adorned with festive paper-cuts, the red designs exuding celebration.
"Hmm, move it a little bit to the left... good, right there..." With her hands wrapped in the shawl, Titus Zane stood a bit away from the window, her eyes and lips radiating with joy.
