EMILY’S POV.

I shook my head, trying to ignore the heavy nostalgic feeling. I was quick with the sausage, and pasta, and in a little time, it was all done.

It snowed all afternoon, and I wondered if it would ever stop.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” John asked, and I turned to see him behind me. I looked back, focusing on the glass wall. The beach was completely covered in snow, and the snowflakes reminded me of pretty white flowers.

“Yes, it is.” I replied, and he sat next to me on the ...