Chapter Thirty-Seven

Holly

Holly didn’t want to open her eyes. She had the covers pulled up around her chin and her body was comfortably warm, but her face was cold. If she opened her eyes, that meant it was morning.

And for the first time in her life, she didn’t want it to be Christmas morning.

Her phone began to buzz, telling her that it was almost time to leave. She had to be at the store an hour before the party to get everything set up.

With a groan, she sat up, swung her feet out of bed, and immediately regretted the decision. Her apartment was freezing. Even with socks on, her feet were cold on the floor. She hurried to the bathroom, changing her clothes as quickly as possible before the cold could set in.

Luckily, she’d had enough water that she wasn’t too hung over. Just a mild headache and she didn’t want any breakfast.

She grabbed her things and paused at the small Christmas tree in her living room. Three presents sat under it. There was the big, bulky Christmas present for her father, a handma