ALEX.
The twins had insisted—no, demanded—that today be special.
“Cosplay day!” Lucas had announced at breakfast, nearly spilling his cocoa in excitement. Sofia nodded so hard her elf hat slid over her eyes. I should have known then that resistance was futile.
By midday, the mansion’s living room had transformed into a strange blend of laughter, costumes, and camera tripods. Niko emerged last, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
He was dressed as Santa’s reindeer, clad in a brown suit, antlers perched awkwardly on his head, a resigned expression on his face like a man who had accepted defeat with dignity. The twins were squealing with laughter, tugging at his sleeves, adjusting straps like tiny directors on a movie set.
And then there was me.
Mrs. Claus.
Red velvet dress. Whi
