✴ Scarlett ✴
The aroma of roasted chestnuts and cinnamon lingered in the air as I set the dining table. It was a cozy evening at home with my parents, and the fireplace crackled softly in the background. Wintervale’s charm seemed to seep into every corner of our lives, and tonight was no exception. I had been looking forward to this dinner all week. It was a chance to unwind and share my excitement about the upcoming children’s event with my parents.
“The snowman-building competition is going to be adorable,” I said as I placed the last plate on the table. “The kids are going to love it, especially with the prizes we have arranged,”
“I must say, Scarlett, you have really outdone yourself this year,” my mother said with a smile. She adjusted the centerpiece of holly and candles, her hand
