IT FELT ❄︎ JUST RIGHT

ꗄ 00 ⦙ 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 {Prologue}

The door of Cabin No- 348 is open wide. A red-haired woman in a peach cardigan and black denim pants stood with hands on her hip.

She walks straight to the table at the corner and places a cover, not so politely.

"Ooh Ariel, hello to you too. Is that the FILE I asked for?" Jack looked up from his PC.

"I'm not Ariel, it's S.c.a.r.l.e.t.t"

"Okay SCAR, are you resigning this soon?"

Jack likes to call her Ariel --Scarlett.

"I won't resign before you and look that" Scar seated without asking his permission then pointed the cover.

The cover opened to be...

"An invitation for you"...

A Wedding card from Mark.
"Whole month I'm planning for them. At last, managed to fix the design I CHOSE. But why they sent here?"-- 'for what?' confused Jack looking blank.

Scarlett denied "No, it's..".

Jack beat her by concluding "Yup, they sent for final decision. Scar, It's cute, right? what's your say?"

She put other pictures on the table.
"It's great and they did a pre-wedding shoot for this... it's adorable man!" Scar clapped her hands.

"Wanna know --how I find this lovey-dovey couple?" Jack chuckled and intrigued her more. Scar nodded like a toddler at bedtime stories.

'who are they?' Scar looked at them curiously.

Once upon a time, there lived a couple...

"Jack I'll kill you." Jack got beat up by file.

"Ouch.. stop stop.. Let's grab a snack..before we startup. It's lunchtime anyway." Jack speaks between his every ouch.
Last knock "Ouuch"

Jack commenced his husky tone.

ON CHRISTMAS EVE AT BRUSHWIND SQUARE...

People are sprinting past each other without a glance at one other. The snowy yards of every house in the town are yet to be Deice. Deicing is necessary but, most people of Brushwind Square forget its benefits. People had been working on Christmas Celebration. Most of the off-site people were returning to their abode to celebrate Christmas.

"Will you talk about them or not?" Jack hears Scar snap.

"Hey, Ariel! it's my hometown, Can't I brag about it?"

"Did you just brag or complain?" Ariel ---noo Scar retorted while grabbing the menu card for ordering.

"Umm... The hobby of seeing the difference in every situation is our Job, Ariel." Sheepish Jack flatters his blabbering.

"Stop blabbering and come to point--Will you?"

"Excuse me Mam, Orders, please?" A dull-voiced waiter answered before our Jack with the irony to that situation.

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A man came out from Holy Home-made Candles Shop with a White cane. Mark Sullivan, a blind man of early 20s walking on the snowy lawn of the street. The pathway was hard to walk because of abundant snow. Mark can get stuck in the snow.

"SHIT! Why me?" Mark shouted at himself with frustration. He fought with the unbeatable snow around the cane!

The Mercedes Benz 'A' was entering the gateway of Brushwind Square.

Tessa Greathouse studying at Harvard, now back in her town for Christmas. Tessa used to choose people over money. Tessa had a part-time job that took care of her studies. Even though she had a great fortune in her countryside 'Greathouse, she didn't like them. Plenty of anything will lead to dislike that 'anything'

Tessa grazes the stalls and lawns of her favorite Brushwind. This village got this name for its flowery breeze all over the year. She let the breeze in to feel it. Her memories with those shops and streets are still INFANT.

Near the Holy candle shop, her favorite shop. A man hustled between a long cane and snow. She slowed down the car and climbed off to decipher the scenario.

" Here lemme help you, Sir" 'poor man' Tessa rushes to help him.

It's not a normal cane-- it's a white cane and he's not a stranger-- he is...

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