CHAPTER 390
Winter Activities — Snow Day & Group Play
The snow had softened overnight.
Not the sharp, biting kind that stung cheeks and numbed fingers — but the quiet, powdery sort that settled like a gentle blessing over everything it touched, rounding sharp edges, muting harshness, turning even stone into something almost tender.
By the time everyone filtered outside, the villa grounds had transformed into something straight out of a winter postcard commissioned by a ridiculously wealthy marketing team.
White curved hills. Icy treetops glittering under pale sunlight. Breath clouds rising in soft laughter.
Michelle tightened her scarf, exhaling slowly.
There was something about winter that felt… forgiving.
Even to people who had broken each other once.
"Alright!" Vince announced, clapping his gloved hands together with unearned authority. "Welcome to the second annual Inner Nine Snow Olympics, sponsored by my emotional growth and the Chua family therapy fund."
