(Michelle POV)
The moment I stepped out of the car, cold air kissed my cheeks like a dramatic supporting character making a grand entrance.
Snow.
Actual snow.
Not the sad, half-melted version you see on social media filters — but the soft, powdery kind that looked like it had been fluffed by angels with way too much free time.
And the resort…
Oh.
Oh wow.
In my previous life, I had gone to "nice places." Five stars. Luxury. Corporate-approved elegance.
But this?
This was winter fantasy core.
A massive chalet-style villa stood nestled against a slope of pine-covered hills, warm golden lights glowing from the windows, smoke gently curling from a stone chimney like it was advertising emotional healing and overpriced cocoa.
This place whispered:
You will fall in love and make questionable life choices here.
I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder, staring a little too long.
This is so beautiful…
A tiny voice in my head giggled.
