Callie’s POV
The house smelled like pine and cinnamon. Twinkling lights reflected off the ornaments, casting soft golds and reds across the living room. I perched on the couch with a string of lights in my hands, while Jenna, ever chaotic, held the last box of decorations like it was a trophy.
“Why does Christmas feel like a military operation when we do it ourselves?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light.
Jenna laughed, tossing a glittery snowflake onto the couch beside me.
“Because you plan too much, Cal. If we just threw them everywhere, it’d still look festive.”
I shook my head, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “There has to be a system. Symmetry. Balance. Aesthetic pleasure…” I trailed off as Jenna’s grin widened.
“You’re such a nerd.” She plopped down beside me, dropp
