The hum of carols filled the hall, mingling with the scent of pine and cinnamon. Holly and Lee had barely settled into their seats at the long table when Max slid a mug of cider across to her with a grin.
“Careful, Holly,” he teased, raising his own glass. “One too many of these and you’ll be dancing on the dessert table.”
Holly laughed, shaking her head as her cheeks flushed. “I’ve had exactly one, thank you very much. And besides, if anyone’s going to end up on the dessert table, it’s you.”
Millie giggled, covering her mouth as Lee leaned in, his voice low but playful. “Don’t tempt her, Max. I’ve seen Holly after too much sugar—she’s unstoppable.”
The table erupted in laughter, the kind that drew curious glances from nearby guests and spread cheer like sparks from the fireplace. For
