ANASTASIA’S POV

Finally, the Christmas party had arrived. The house glowed with fairy lights and smelled faintly of cinnamon, baked ham, and banana cakes.  

Things were falling into place, or at least they seemed to be on the outside. Isaac was moving into his apartment soon, and me? Well, once the holidays are done, I’d be back at work with long hours, endless screens, but this time, life would be different. I’d be temporarily staying at his place. Just the thought of it made my chest ...