~ Zoie’s POV ~

Zoie tiptoed across the floor of the living room. It was quiet in the Van Zandt estate as it was still very early. The sun was just barely rising and no one was up yet, except for Zoie of course. With a big smile hanging on her face, she made her way to the corner of the room where the Christmas tree was put up. The tree was huge and grandiosely decorated. There were maybe a hundred wrapped gifts underneath the big tree, and there were stockings hanging by the ...