Aria
Christmas is just two days away, and the hall already smells like the season itself—peppermint, pine, and that cloyingly sweet sugar-cookie air freshener someone thought was a brilliant idea to pump through the vents. The air is crisp, carrying a slight chill, but the soft glow of Christmas lights strung everywhere adds a cozy warmth to the atmosphere.
My dress, a festive piece Lucas picked out for me at the boutique, clings in all the right places. I hate to admit it, but the guy has an annoyingly impeccable sense of style.
“I really didn’t want to come here this evening.” Lily sighs dramatically, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. “It’s only because of you guys. You know how much I hate scavenger hunts.”
“Come on, Lil, loosen up,” I say, pouting for effect. “We’re gonna
