The quiet buzz of Snowfall Valley’s town hall greeted Holly the next morning as she pushed open the door, balancing a to-go cup of coffee in one hand and a notebook in the other. She was getting used to the routine now, showing up early, diving into a mountain of chaos, and somehow making sense of it all. Her first day had been a disaster she’d barely survived. Her second day had been more manageable. Now, on her third day, she felt something she hadn’t expected.
A strange, stubborn sense of purpose.
“Good morning, Holly!” Mayor Granger’s warm voice rang out as Holly stepped into the meeting room. The older woman stood by the whiteboard, flipping through papers. Around her, volunteers were busy setting up tables and organizing decorations for the festival’s activities.
“Morning,” Holly
