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...
It was as if magic that my dress was tailored and prepped to my body. White sequins of crystal and lace decorated the length of each side. The two servants braided my hair into two pigtails, tying the ends into an intricate bun.
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I applied the last of my gloss and stood to observe myself in the mirror
"Beautiful" a servant beamed, adjusting the train of the off white gown. I looked down and smiled, thanking her with a smile. "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything" she pouted, taking a needle to seal the end of the train. "Does Nicholas date out.. a lot?"
"Well... you would be the first dark coca he had in his cup full of marshmallows if you know what I mean madam." the woman winked carefully.
"No! No!" I blushed, trying to stifle my laughter. "I meant...is he a playboy? Does he have a lot of women on his list?" I clarified.
"Oh..." the woman blushed now realizing her boldness and shook her head yes. "He finally settled down two years ago with Samantha. He and her had a serious relationship, she was the elf princess, but they broke up just a few months ago. He has a strict no humans rule but no need to worry about that." She grinned warmly.
Little did she know.
"But out of all the women he's snuck in here, you are the most captivating" she smiled, gently pulling a strand of my hair to push it into place.
"You are too kind." I smiled ingenuously.
"My lady, you must be off! They are crier is announcing the last of the guests! Nick told him hold your name for last"
I nodded, following the two guards as they escorted me through the doors.
—- Nicholas
I talked to another guest, filling them in on the news of the North Pole before the announcer blew his trumpet for the last guest.
Where was Wynter? She should have been here by now?
The people in the crowd made their way to the dining table to eat but stopped as they heard the sound of bells jingle. "And last but not least! Wynter Rider! Date to Nicholas Clause"
The crowds hushed and focused on her invasive aura, curiously inspecting her with glee. Some women gasped as they saw her slender form, invading their eyes.
She strutted down the pathway and leaned against the handrail, trailing down the steps. Her floor length gown accentuated every one of her pleasing features.
My mouth couldn't help but curl into a smile as she stepped into the public eye. Her hair was braided into an intricate design while her face made with soft glam. I salivated at her form, eagerly stepping to meet her gaze.
