Orphan in Limbo

Christmas (1)

Author's Note: That's how Evelyn looks like, based on a custom character of Taissa Farmiga. :))

--- A Day Later ---

--- 25th of December, 1962 ---

The Mars family spent the entire Christmas Eve day in preparation, in order to bake sweets and cook altogether, besides jollily chanting themselves, during the Christmas meals' preparation, besides embellishing their home with exquisite Christmas decoration as their grandiose white Christmas tree, which was adorned with garlands in diversity colors along with balls and wrapped up presents underneath the tree were ideally set in the living room. 

As the Christmas day approached lastly, subsequently, the married couple were snuggling as they wore nothing else than their own comfy pyjamas in their king sized bed, whereas convenient blankets blanketed their senseless bodies, warming them. 

Despite the common muggy weather, plaguing Florida, this time the weather was much different compared to the other winter days as they were prominently exceptional. It hasn't snowed for years as the overwhelming miracle for the Marses came true at last especially for Evelyn, their sole daughter they had.

Not only the couple postponed to get up as the wee hours of the morning dawned in Florida along with the sunrise with the saturating, translucently mist sunrays which dispersed through the bedroom's large sized window, bathing the room in fresh day light, but also the hive of tumbling down snowflakes was naturally pictured outside, reflecting the genuine winter scenery. 

At the moment, the young lady came to her senses at last as she rubbed with her frail, petite fists her drowsy hazelish-brown eyes, emitting a mere yawn, she got from the bed and hopped up in comfortable, fuzzy slippers by deciding to surprise her family as she makes a breakfast for them. In the corner of her eye, she scanned instantly the clock on the right side of her nightstand, reading it approximately "7:30am". 

Afterwards she fled her bedroom, pacing in the hallway until she descended the stairs and marched up to the kitchen in no time without causing turmoil in the silenced luxurious mansion, subsequently tying a tight knot of an ordinary, white apron, bracing her torso and lower abdomen as an armor against soiling her pajamas. When the brunette was in the kitchen, she researched the refrigerator for milk, an egg and butter, gathering a package of  flour, baking soda along with the molasses, orange zest and bowl of brown sugar as they were the necessary ingredients for baking mouth-watering, insatiably sweet gingerbread cookies within less an hour.

As the Italian emigrant woke up first, stretching his muscular, strong arms as they spread in the air as they once braced his wife, scooping her in a leisure, nevertheless, doting, insatiable embrace as a casual, mellow yawn zinged his dry lips, subsequently absently playing with Elsa's stray, glossy aureate tresses, admiring the softness of her disheveled hair, framing daintily her gorgeous, pale as snow complexion. 

"You're so beautiful when you're asleep, my angel!" Massimo whispered in velvety voice as his Italian accent accentuated on his whisper, which died on his tongue. Meanwhile, his coffee brown orbs absent-mindedly gawked the middle-aged lady, admiring her ethereal beauty even when she was kipping yet, drowned in repose, sketched upon her face. His long, dexterous finger twirled the curls, whereas his other, solely free hand cupped her chin, gripping it gingerly without interrupting her kipping. The thumb of his hand traced gently her chin as the tip hardly brushed the silken skin of her rosy-coloured bottom lip. Radiant, megawatt smile cradled his lips as a swinging hammock, due to the fresh summer breeze, playing with every surrounding object. "Merry Christ-" As he verged to resume his utterance, suddenly Elsa stirred as she opened reluctantly her eyelids which shielded as a plate armor her brittle eyes from the bright light, veiling the bedroom.