A Warmth December

Chapter One

"I don't know why I can spend Christmas here with you" I groan, sprawling my body in my little tiny yet comfortable bed. The yellow duvet skims over my body and exposing my black lace Victoria secret pantie, the one that my asshole Boyfriend love when I wore.

"Really, Vie you have this underwear on. You promise you don't have nothing that reminds you of him" she rolls her eyes, taking a white paper on her purse and toss it at me. "You have one hour to get dress and catch this plane" she adds looking at me solemnly. I roll my eyes, planting my head in my pillow preventing my screaming. "Yeah, I know. But you have to get up now" she shouts sounding like my mother while heading at the living room

In thirty minutes, I am standing in a beige Ponte knit sculpts a sultry sleeveless bodycon dress! Flat straps crisscross into a cool caged "X" over an open back, while the V-neckline takes a sexy plunge in front with a white winter coat over my arm looking at Dana struggling with my suitcase. I don't even know why she is so eager for me to pass this Christmas at my family house.

"Come on Vie, I have to drive you to the airport and come back for work" she shouts peeking in the car window looking at me planting at the same position she left me admiring the neighborhood Christmas decorations.

"I don't want to go" I whine. of course, I don't want to go. I prefer sitting on my couch looking at my beau, okay__ex beau dancing with someone else in A Christmas to Remember TV show and cry myself to sleep.

"look here young lady" she shouts laughing when my eyes open widely at her, "I'm tired of sitting on your bed eating ice cream and console you over and over while you are watching Michael dancing with some sort of goddess in ABC" she informs me pointing her finger at my face "So you'll shut up and get in the plane to your parent house" she adds smiling at me innocently and I roll my eyes. She makes a fair point, last years she got five pounds by helping me eating ice cream almost every night. And by the way, she hates ice cream. Maybe I need to stop being selfish, well Michael used to remind of my selfishness which I am not.

"Okay, fine" I pout and she claps her hand in victory and a lovely giggle escape her mouth "please look at the road" I roll my eyes and she punches my shoulder.

The three hours fly is exhausting and here I am in my car driving for another 100miles. Damn it, the snow is really annoying, that is one of my many reasons I never want to spend Christmas here at Naropia town

Ugh, I cry in frustration when my car chooses to be motionless under this heavy snow and I don't blame it. But not here, in the middle of nowhere.

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