After wishing Kimmy a merry Christmas and refusing her invitations to go to Smithies for what felt like the eighteenth time, I finally decided to leave her persistent pleas behind and head home. For the first time since entering into the agreement with Jack, my Friday night was completely free, and I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it.
With our trip to Vermont just two days away, my time for quiet solitude was dwindling. The upcoming Christmas extravaganza promised constant activity, and while I was thrilled about it, I recognized the need to savor a moment of downtime before diving into the chaos. I couldn’t wait for Vermont—the cozy fires, the snowball fights, the hot chocolate, and the laughter with Jack’s siblings, the Christmas movie marathon with Celine and Christian. Most of all
