The morning sun streamed through the frost-covered windows of Snowfall Valley’s town hall, illuminating the mess that Holly had walked into. She froze in the doorway, coffee cup in hand, and took in the scene before her.
It was chaos.
Papers were strewn across every available surface, spilling off desks and onto the floor. A whiteboard stood in the corner, covered in what looked like a mix of grocery lists, doodles, and a barely legible timeline. Volunteers milled about, talking over each other as they waved clipboards and half-unrolled banners. Two women appeared to be arguing over whether the snowflake decorations should be blue or white, while a man in a Santa hat tried to untangle a string of lights.
Holly sighed, already regretting her decision to help with the Snow & Ice Festiva
