I stepped back from my artful hanging of a handful of balloons and eyed what I'd done. "This okay?"
Alison came running over, ribbon ends stuck in her mouth and an armload of some kind of sparkly fabric in her arms. "Mumph mumph!"
Um, what? I liberated the ribbons so she could talk.
"Looks great!" She beamed at me, flustered but clearly in her happy place. "Almost done. Can you help with the bunting?"
So that was what bunting looked like. I followed her to the doorway, hopping up on what was surely an expensive chair to support the weight of the fabric while Alison tacked it to the wall. I winced a few times as she hammered the tacks into the trim with the heel of her shoe, wondering what her mother would say when she discovered her perfect home wasn't so perfect anymore.
Half of me was proud of Alison. She'd initially asked me to host, switched her suggestion Johnny's, the local hangout, before deciding to have the party at her place.