Hunter POV
I watched from the top of the stairs as she walked below, transfixed by what was happening around her, her eyes glowing with excitement, her hand to her mouth, her body practically dancing. The decorations are being placed around the house in preparation for the ball and there is nothing but chaos surrounding her, as staff walk back and forth, bits of mistletoe being hung from the ceiling, garlands of tinsel and greenery shaped around the handrail of the stairs, a gorgeous Christmas tree being placed in the main function room. It’s glorious. It’s always impressive, but right now, my eyes aren’t on what’s being hung or placed carefully around the house, my eyes are on her and only her. She's like a diamond shining brightly against the background, and it's impossible not to look
