Day 3 of the week before Christmas
Jason trailed behind her, uneasy. She’d flipped a switch, icy, distant, impossible to read.
"Dahlia," he said, brushing her hand. She jumped. "Sorry, what?"
"The financials look good. What’s next?" he asked.
"I need the restroom. Excuse me," she said, stepping inside, feeling like she might crumble.
"Whoever said being a princess is fun, can go to hell," she thought, taking a deep breath. She walked back into the cabin’s conference room.
"Okay, we’re done here. Why isn’t there a tree in the living area?" she asked.
"Do you want one?" Jason replied.
"Yes. And get the one outside lit up by tonight. Festivities are happening."
"We’re going to Hunter’s ceremony," Jason said quietly.
"I need air," she muttered, bolting outside and running until her l
