Holly was halfway through reworking the layout for the Snow & Ice Festival’s vendor stalls when a burst of cold air and a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.
“There you are!”
She looked up from her makeshift workstation—a desk she’d commandeered in the corner of the town hall—to see Emma standing in the doorway. Holly blinked, certain her overworked brain was playing tricks on her. But no, it was definitely Emma, bundled in a bright red coat and an obnoxiously fluffy scarf, with her dark curls poking out from under a knit hat.
“Emma?” Holly said, standing slowly. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m rescuing you, obviously,” Emma said with a grin, striding across the room with her usual confidence. “You’ve been hiding out in this tiny snow-globe town, avoiding my calls, and I
