Chapter 8 - A New Christmas Eve
The heavy wooden doors of the restaurant closed behind them, blocking out the noise of flashing police lights and sirens.
Outside, a sleek black luxury sedan pulled up to the curb, its engine humming softly against the falling snow.
Lily held Emily’s hand tightly, her little glove warm against Emily's cold fingers. "Emily, will you come sit next to me? Barnaby wants to show you his new ribbon."
Emily looked down at the sweet girl, then up at Julian, who stood holding the car door open, the snow dusting his dark wavy hair and black wool overcoat.
"Is this really okay, Mr. Mercer?" Emily asked softly. "I don't want to intrude on your family."
"You're not intruding, Emily," Julian said, his dark eyes shining with a warmth that hadn't been there in years. "And call me Julian."
For the first time in three long, bitter years, the grand Mercer Estate in Upstate New York was filled with laughter, the scent of fresh pine, and warm Christmas music.
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Emily helped Lily set up her plush bunny near the grand fireplace, while Julian watched from the doorway, holding two cups of hot chocolate.
👉 What shocking visitor was about to show up at the estate to ruin their peace?
