Chapter 5: An Unexpected Invitation
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An Unexpected Invitation
The next morning dawned clear and bright, sunlight glinting off the fresh layer of snow that blanketed the town. Clara had just finished tying Emma’s scarf when the doorbell rang. Startled, she looked at the clock—it was barely nine.
“Expecting someone?” her mother called from the kitchen, her tone laced with curiosity.
“No,” Clara replied, opening the door.
Standing on the porch was Ryan, bundled in a thick coat and holding two cups of coffee. His breath misted in the cold air, but his grin was warm.
“Morning,” he said, handing her one of the cups. “Thought you could use this.”
Clara blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “Thanks. What’s the occasion?”
Ryan’s grin widened. “The lodge is hosting its annual tree-decorating event today, and I thought you and Emma might want to come. It’s a lot of fun—hot cocoa, carols, and, of course, way too many ornaments.”
Clara hesitated, looked back at Emma, who was busy tugging on her snow boots. She wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to spend more time with Ryan, not when her feelings for him were becoming harder to ignore.
Before she could come up with an excuse, Emma bounded over, her face lighting up when she saw Ryan. “Tree decorating? Can we go, Mom? Please?”
Ryan chuckled. “See? She’s already on board.”
Clara sighed, knowing she couldn’t say no to Emma’s enthusiasm. “Alright, but just for a little while.”
Ryan’s smile softened. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”
The lodge was even more impressive than Clara remembered. Nestled at the base of the mountain, it was a sprawling structure with a vaulted roof and wide glass windows that showcased the snowy peaks beyond. The interior was just as stunning, with a massive stone fireplace, cozy seating areas, and a towering Christmas tree in the center of the main hall.
The tree was already partially decorated, its branches twinkling with lights and a few scattered ornaments. Families milled about, children laughing as they hung decorations, while a group of musicians played carols in the corner.
Emma immediately ran to the ornament table, her eyes wide with excitement. “Look, Mom! They have glitter stars!”
“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Clara said, smiling.
Ryan appeared at her side, holding two candy canes. “For you,” he said, handing her one.
Clara took it, feeling a little flustered. “Thanks. You didn’t have to do all this.”
“I wanted to,” Ryan said simply.
Clara glanced at him, searching his face for any hint of ulterior motives, but all she saw was sincerity. It unnerved her how easy it was to trust him, even after all these years.
“You’re really good with her,” Clara said, nodding toward Emma, who was happily chatting with a group of kids.
Ryan’s expression softened. “She’s a great kid. You’ve done an amazing job with her.”
Clara felt a lump rise in her throat. “Thanks. It hasn’t been easy, but she makes it all worth it.”
Ryan was quiet for a moment, his gaze thoughtful. “I know we haven’t really talked about it, but... I’m sorry for what you went through. With James I mean. You didn’t deserve that.”
Clara’s chest tightened. She hadn’t expected him to bring it up so directly, but there was no pity in his voice, only empathy.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “I think I’m still figuring out how to move on from it. Being back here helps, though. It reminds me of who I used to be before everything got so complicated.”
Ryan smiled. “Maybe that’s what this holiday is for—a chance to hit reset.”
Clara looked at him, her heart tugging in a way she wasn’t ready to examine. “Maybe.”
The hours passed in a blur of laughter and activity. Clara found herself relaxing more than she had in months, helping Emma hang ornaments and even joining in a carol or two. Ryan stayed close, effortlessly stepping in to help whenever needed, whether it was lifting Emma to reach the higher branches or coaxing Clara into adding her own touch to the tree.
By the time the tree was fully decorated, it was a masterpiece of color and sparkle. Emma stood back, her hands on her hips, and nodded in satisfaction. “It’s perfect!”
“It sure is,” Ryan said, glancing at Clara.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the room faded away. Clara’s heart raced, but she quickly looked away, her cheeks warming.
As the event wound down, families began to filter out, their laughter lingering in the air. Clara helped Emma gather her things, but before they could leave, Ryan appeared with a small box in his hands.
“This is for you,” he said, holding it out to Clara.
She frowned, confused. “What is it?”
“An ornament,” Ryan said. “It’s a tradition—we give one to every family who helps decorate the tree. I thought you might like this one.”
Clara opened the box to find a delicate glass ornament shaped like a snowflake, its edges glittering in the light.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, touched.
Ryan smiled. “So are you, Clara. Don’t forget that.”
Her breath caught, but before she could respond, Emma tugged on her hand. “Mom, can we come back tomorrow?”
Clara hesitated, torn between her growing feelings for Ryan and the walls she’d built around her heart. “We’ll see, sweetheart.”
As they left the lodge, Clara couldn’t shake the feeling that this holiday was turning into something she hadn’t planned for—but maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
by C . Manner.
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