Queen Francesca’s POV
“Uhh, I don’t think so Rhys! Stick to your side.” Jules snaps playfully, yanking the Christmas bauble from the tree and tossing it back at him.
“Hey! There are no sides! I thought we were decorating the tree together!” he protests.
“Yeah well, you and Hope have your side of the tree looking like a hot mess over there so stay away from ours. Chesca and I don’t want to be associated with it!” she giggles, passing me down a gold glass bauble to place on one of the lower branches.
“It’s not a competition, you know!” Hope laughs, stepping back and placing her hands on her hips to examine her work.
“Yeah, thankfully for you two.” I smile in reply.
She tilts her head to the side and narrows her eyes.
“It looks alright if you squint just a little…”
Rhys drapes
