Under The Mistletoe Cast Novels & Stories

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? I take a look up. You’ve got to be kidding me. Hanging above my head, tied with a velvet red ribbon to the sconce on the wall is a sprig of mistletoe. A massive, unavoidable sprig of mistletoe. My stomach drops to the shiny floors of the room. I am standing UNDER the mistletoe. Alone. Wait. Not alone… Before my brain can fully process the geometry of the situation, before I can turn to see who has been lurking in my blind spot, the world tilts.