❄ Camille ❄
I pulled into Sebastian’s driveway and stared at his house. I had pictured an apartment. Something tidy and cold above a parking garage. Instead, he had a real house in the suburbs. Not huge, but nice. Dark roof, clean windows, a small front garden that was obviously looked after. The porch light glowed against the winter dusk, and I spotted his car sitting in the drive. Clean, despite the slush. A single wreath hung on the door, plain and dark. No fairy lights, no decorations. Somehow that felt like him, too. Practical, restrained, while still making space for warmth when it mattered more than expected. I grabbed the bottle of red wine Lucinda had insisted I bring and got out of my car. The air was chilly, and I hurriedly walked up the path to the front door. However, Sebasti
