Chapter Seventeen

Nicholas

Nicholas's ego was bruised.

Usually, women were excited to go out with him. Usually, they smiled and giggled when he asked them to dinner. Usually, he didn't feel like a complete idiot.

But not Molly. She made him feel like an idiot. She even turned him down wearing a elf costume.

It grated on Nicholas’ nerves and made him second-guess himself.

Maybe he was being a fool.

Maybe the foolish spirit of Christmas had somehow gotten under his skin.

Maybe it was all the snow, all the Christmas lights, all the cakes, and all the snowballs.

Maybe he was falling hard for her.

Nicholas sank into the living room couch and sighed. He was already wearing one of his best suits for the concert tonight. He'd brought it for a potential client meeting, but was wearing it now. He wanted to look nice for Molly on her big night.

He then groaned, knowing that he really was being an idiot.

He looked down at his watch and tried not to panic. It was 6:15.

Almost time to leave.

Except, he felt like he