(Aspen’s POV)
Holly shook me awake like the roof was collapsing.
“Aspen,” she whispered loudly. “It’s Christmas.”
Winter stood in the doorway, arms crossed, but her eyes were bright. “She knows, Holly.”
“She might forget,” Holly insisted. “Get up. Before Slade cancels it.”
“Slade can’t cancel Christmas,” I mumbled, sitting up.
“He’s grumpy,” Holly said.
I laughed once and swung my legs out of bed. “Okay. Presents first. Then breakfast.”
The tiny tree blinked in warm lights. Gifts were stacked under it. Some were ours. Some weren’t.
Holly dropped to her knees. “Mine.”
Winter opened hers neatly, but the moment she pulled out a sweater, her mouth softened. “Omg thank you. It’s the perfect size.”
“I live with you,” I said. “It would’ve been embarrassing if I didn’t.”
Holly held up
