NIKOLAI
Christmas Eve dinner was in full swing as Hunter and I were led to our seats. The entire place was packed, every inch of the dining hall glowing under soft amber lights.
Conversations hummed around us, cheerful and festive, and it should have felt magical. It should have felt warm. But instead, all I felt was the urge to leave.
We had been invited to an exclusive VIP Christmas Eve dining experience for all the guests staying at the resort, one of those “memorable moments” the management liked to brag about.
But I would be lying if I said I cared about the dinner. All I could think of was getting Hunter back to our suite. I was over this vacation, over the emotional chaos of the last twenty-four hours, and all I wanted was to go home and finally start over--free.
Free from pr
