The morning of the Snow & Ice Festival’s sculpture competition dawned cold and bright, the kind of winter day that looked like it had been plucked straight from a postcard. Snowfall Valley was alive with excitement, the streets bustling with townsfolk and tourists alike, all eager to see the artistry on display. Holly stood in the middle of the square, her breath visible in the crisp air, as the crowd gathered around the sculpture garden.
It was hard to believe they’d pulled it off.
She glanced toward Jack’s centerpiece sculpture, her chest swelling with a mixture of pride and relief. The towering masterpiece of the eagle and dove, wings entwined mid-flight, stood as tall and proud as ever, the sunlight glinting off its intricate details. No one would ever guess it had been sabotaged jus
