What age did your parents give you the talk?
You know THE talk? About Santa not being real?
It seems easy right?
But what if I told you, Santa existed?
And what if I told you he was a young, hot and unapologetically prideful man.
Well, come on in...
"Oh, there is so much to do before the wedding! The fittings The dresses! The food." Nick's mom explains excitedly. "I feel so much better that my Nicholas has brought home a beautiful and promising princess! Not one of those...pesky mortal human hybrids" she huffed wrinkling her nose with disgust.
I furrowed my brows hearing the sharpness of her words. Just before I opened my mouth, Nick pulled me into his arms, leading me away so he could talk some sense into me. We let some distance pass between the small entourage and his mother before he spoke.
"Ignore everything she says about humans okay?"
"Is this a North Pole theme? To bash humans 24/7?"
"No Wynter" he grumbled.
"I know some of us are so horrible but—"
"Wynter...just—-" he pushes a palm over his eyes before sighing, "can you please just ignore her? Please? For me?" He says, looking into my eyes.
"Fine..fine...I'll ignore it" I shrugged, crossing my elbows. I didn't know how long I could take the snarky comments about humans without saying a thing but I guess I would try for him...
"Nicholas!! Wynter!!" his mother's screams echoed through the glassy halls. We looked at each other carefully.
"Your mother-in-law calls" he teased before pushing his hands between mine; we continue walking hand in hand to meet her.
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"I am so overjoyed I could get both of you together for a cake tasting. With Nicholas being busy all the time, it gets difficult." His mother pouted, fidgeting with the sharp ends of the patterned table cloth.
"I'm sure you'll find some hobbies to pick up while Nicholas works Wynter. Being a queen at the castle can be rewarding!" she says, patting my hand affectionately. I knew that was her show for solidarity. She had probably picked up a few mindless ones with Nick's father.
"Oh. I'm not going to stay home. I will be fulfilling my duties...on earth—I mean...my land" I lied. I had no interest in being a stay at home wife? I had a makeup empire to run.
"Duties?" Nick's mother turned to face me, fascinated by my statement. "Princess Wynter...your duties cease once you take on the title of Mrs. Claus?" She said, perplexed by my bold declaration.
"Do they?" I smiled politely, challenging her statement.
"Yes, they DO! All your time will be spent in the North Pole and any duties you do have will be for the betterment of the North Pole and The Claus family. You must understand Wynter, you are marrying into a very prominent family. Our influence alone is what many women envy. I've had to scare away so many of Nick's suitors." She bragged every so pridefully.
"Hmm is that so? I was wondering why it took so long for Nick to find a suitable fiancé ?" I smiled sarcastically, taking my place at the long table filled with desserts. His mother's piercing blue eyes lingered on my features in annoyance before snapping for the decorators.
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