I have to put my hand against my face to keep the sound of my laughter down. Cindy is being put to bed now, and if I’m too loud she won’t be able to sleep. And my mom will kill me.
I turn my head and finally realize that I’m up against the dresser in my room, the very same dresser that Cindy knocked a snow globe off of. All across the dresser are other snow globes from all around the world; all places my mom has traveled for work. Cindy was right, the Venice one was one of my favorites. It was a medium-sized snow globe with a gondola in the middle, and a couple in love sitting in the center of the boat. Instead of snow, there were gold flakes that would rain from the surface when you shook it, surrounding the couple.
“You have a lot of snow globes, I see.” Stefan picks up the closest one
