By dusk, Nicholas finally finished the snowman he had started that morning.
Evelyn hadn’t helped.
Once he was done, he carried her out into the yard. She crouched next to the snowman, did a few poses, and they snapped some pictures.
Night fell.
Evelyn sat curled up on the master bedroom couch under a blanket.
Her pale fingers slid across the tablet screen, flipping through the hundred-plus photos taken today.
Nicholas had terrible photography skills.
Out of all those pictures, barely a few were usable.
She wasn’t ugly.
How did he manage to make her look that bad?
A notification dinged.
She picked up her phone and opened the alert.
It was the preliminary evaluation results for the International Jewelry Design Competition.
The competition had two stages.
First, jurors scored th
