Mistletoe Mischief

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-chilling, teeth-rattling cold that made the North Pole seem like a tropical paradise. The air

cing sugar. My cheeks were already turning pink from the frosty air, but despite the chill, I co

fingers were already turning numb, but I wiggled them, letting a small spark of magic warm them up.

ke diamonds scattered across a white blanket. The houses were quaint, with smoke curling from their chimneys in lazy spirals, and the streets were lined with twink

of my heart. I drew more than a few curious glances from the townsfolk. I supposed a cheerful elf in a red coat and pointed ears

carf and hat waved back, her eyes crinkling at the corners with a friendly smile. A group of children playing in the snow stopped and stared, their mou

trees. I pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside, the warmth enveloping me like a comforting hug. The smell of fresh coffee and warm pastries filled the air, and

g delicate patterns that sparkled in the sunlight. A waitress with

, dear?" she asked, her

" I said, rubbing my hand

my order. "You new in town? I

ment at the prospect of starting fr

a. You'll love it here. It's a special

replied, looking out the

landscape but no less vibrant. A horse-drawn carriage trotted by, the bells on the horse's harness jingling merrily. A man swept the snow off the sidewalk in front of his shop, his br

toboggans. Piercing cerulean eyes that made my breath catch scanned the street. There was something about them that made me sit up a little straighter. They had an air of authority, a gruffness that was both intimid

tion seemed to quiet down for a moment. The waitress greeted them with a friendly smile, and they nodded in response, their expressions serious. They sat at the counter, their backs

ermint stick. I thanked her and took a sip, the rich, sweet liquid warming me from the inside out. I wrapped my hands

jar. His penetrating azure eyes met mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. He raised an eyebrow, a small smirk pl

ill on me. I risked a glance back at him, and this time, he was the one who looked away, turni

money on the table, including a generous tip for Martha, and stood up to leave. As I walked past the counter, I could feel the twins' eyes on me, their gazes lik