4
Gavin
I carried the box out of storage and set it at Aunt Gina’s feet. She sat in the wingback chair in front of the fireplace like a regal queen, instructing her minions to do her bidding.
Her minions being Sebastian and me.
Thankfully, Sebastian was willing to help or I would have been carrying boxes for days. Aunt Gina insisted we get the tree up and that we needed to start decorating the Inn. Including the grounds outside so everyone who could see it knew it was a friendly place to be.
I was dreading the idea of stringing lights on the massive trees around the old house, but she told me we needed to be festive. Her guilt tripping powers were in full effect, reminding me it was the last time she’d see MacKellar Cove Inn at Christmastime, and I agreed to help her make it wonderful
