Sera
Preparations for Christmas were coming along nicely.
Back home, Christmas used to be my favorite holiday—Back when mama was still alive, before Lorenzo left home. The soft snow in central park, the cinnamon in the air , the lights blinking from every building and window, the smell of mama baking cake and roasting chicken.
But Christmas here was different and maybe even better. My first Christmas as a married woman, with the man I love. My husband.
The Ivanov estate looked alive again, real trees stood at attention in the corners of every room, draped in white gold ornaments and subtle twinkling lights. Wreaths lined the staircase, adding more beauty to the home. Someone had placed a tray of spiced cookies by the hearth earlier and I was fairly certain i’d caught one of the gua
