Emma
“SURPRISE!” called Max as he strode in brandishing a bottle of bourbon.
Behind Max was a wave of absolute, glorious chaos. There was Mack was dressed the part of a hot young guy going out on Saturday night with my cousin Bridget on his arm. My mother was arm in arm with my Aunt Marie and holding a Tupperware of what I was pretty sure was homemade arancini. They were both wrapped in fur coats I had never seen before and had their hair and makeup done up even more than the normal.
“Oh no,” I said, barely containing my grin.
“Oh yes,” Jack replied.
As if summoned by the chaos, Natalie and her husband Dom came trailing in behind, each holding a bottle of champagne, Dom yelling, “WE BROUGHT THE GOOD STUFF!”
Within minutes, the house transformed from a winter wonderland showroom to fu
