Miss Valentine

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Scarlett couldn’t help but glare at Noah. It wasn’t just that he seemed to take all of this in stride, as if Everbrook’s obsession with love didn’t bother him at all—it was the fact that his laid-back confidence only made her feel more out of place. She didn’t belong here. Not in a town where even the lampposts were decorated with hearts, where every shop window boasted declarations of love, and where the people seemed to breathe romance into every moment of their daily lives.

But Noah, despite his constant teasing, seemed unfazed. And maybe that was what irked her the most. He was comfortable in his own skin, able to roll with the strange traditions of Everbrook while she felt suffocated by them.

“So, what do you suggest I do then?” Scarlett asked, crossing her arms as she stared at him.

Noah shrugged, the casual ease in his movements making him all the more irritating. “Well, you could join in. You know, get involved. Pretend to be Miss Valentine. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll have fun.” He raised his eyebrows, daring her to take the bait.

Scarlett rolled her eyes. “Yeah, because I’ve got a whole lot of fun stored up for that.”

Noah’s grin softened a little, his expression thoughtful. “Look, I get it. You didn’t come here looking for all this. But maybe... just maybe, you’ll find that it’s not all that bad. Maybe it’ll surprise you.”

“Why do you care?” Scarlett asked, the question slipping out before she could stop it. She wasn’t sure why she was letting him get under her skin, why she felt like she had to justify her every thought and feeling to him. But there was something about Noah that made it hard not to.

Noah leaned forward, setting his mug down with a soft clink. “Maybe I care because... I think you need a little magic in your life. And Everbrook’s the perfect place for that.”

Scarlett frowned, confused. “Magic?”

He nodded, the flicker of something deeper in his eyes. “Yeah. It’s all about letting go. Everbrook’s got a way of making people believe in things they didn’t think possible.”

The weight of his words lingered in the air, and Scarlett felt a strange pang in her chest. She didn’t want to believe it, didn’t want to give in to the town’s charm. But she couldn’t deny that there was something in Noah’s voice that made her question everything she thought she knew about love—and maybe even about herself.

She broke the silence first. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that kind of magic. The kind that ends up with someone getting hurt.”

For a moment, Noah didn’t say anything. His expression grew serious, the teasing grin fading as he leaned back in the chair. “Scarlett, you can’t let past wounds keep you from living your life. Whatever happened before—whatever made you believe love wasn’t worth it—doesn’t have to control everything.”

She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sting that his words left behind. She’d learned the hard way that love could be painful, that trusting someone could lead to heartbreak. It was easier to keep her distance, to avoid getting too close, to never let anyone in.

But Noah was different. Somehow, he made her feel like she was still worth something. Like maybe she hadn’t completely ruined her chances at happiness. And that scared her.

“I didn’t come here to deal with this,” she muttered, more to herself than to him.

Noah stood up slowly, stretching his arms overhead before walking toward the door. “Sometimes, Scarlett, life forces you to deal with things whether you’re ready or not. But trust me, you’re not alone in this. And if you need help... you know where to find me.”

With that, he turned and left, the door clicking softly behind him.

For a long while, Scarlett stood there, staring at the empty space where he had been. His words echoed in her mind, mingling with the uncertainty she had carried with her for so long. She wasn’t sure what to make of this town, or of Noah. But she knew one thing: Everbrook had a way of making her feel things she wasn’t ready to feel. And she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing yet.

As the evening settled over the town, Scarlett found herself walking aimlessly toward the town square again, her thoughts swirling like the wind that whipped through the streets.

The glow of the town’s Christmas lights and the smell of hot cocoa from a nearby café did little to comfort her. Instead, they reminded her that she was stuck in a place that felt too perfect, too magical. It wasn’t real. Love wasn’t real.

But then, just as she reached the center of the square, a familiar voice called out to her.

“Scarlett!”

She turned to see Mayor Harper rushing toward her with a broad grin plastered on his face. “There you are! I was just thinking about you. I wanted to let you know that we’ve already started preparations for the ‘Miss Valentine’ event. You’re going to be perfect for it, I just know it!”

Scarlett felt a sinking sensation in her stomach. She wasn’t ready for this. Not yet. Not when she was still trying to figure out what it all meant. But as she looked around at the smiling faces of the people in the square, the way they all seemed so certain of their happiness, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pressure. A little bit of hope.

“Mayor Harper,” she said carefully, trying to steady her voice. “I’m not sure I can do this. I’m just not... well, I’m not like everyone else here.”

He stopped in front of her, eyes softening with understanding. “Scarlett, you’ve got something inside you. I can see it. This town, these people—they see it too. And you don’t have to be like anyone else. You just have to be you.”

Scarlett looked at him, the weight of his words pressing down on her. Maybe he was right. Maybe this town had something she needed to understand.

But the real question was, could she let herself believe it?