Betty.
The villa was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of Christmas lights that flickered gently against the twilight sky.
The scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air, and there was a palpable sense of magic that only Christmas Eve could bring.
I had just finished taking my bath and getting dressed for the day when Harrison appeared, his hands tucked casually in the pockets of his tailored coat, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
“Fancy a trip into town?” he asked, his voice smooth and inviting.
I blinked up at him, surprised. “Now? It’s Christmas Eve.”
“Exactly,” he replied, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mystery. “Come on, Betty. It’ll be fun.”
There was no denying the allure in his voice, the promise of adventure hidden in his words. I nodded, slipping into my coat and
