Mallory:
The moment the car rolled past the towering, wrought-iron gates of the Thorne Estate, I had to bite my tongue to stop the gasp trying to escape my mouth.
I had been here once before with Eva, but apparently, the awe factor didn't fade with familiarity. The place looked like something pulled straight out of a fairytale… if that fairytale had been dipped in snow, wrapped in pure aesthetic vibrs, and sprinkled with just the right amount of Christmas magic.
Through the frost-speckled window, I took in the mansion as it came into view, standing proudly beyond the sweeping front gardens. Twinkling lights were lining the edges of the massive windows, wreaths were hanging like emerald crowns, and a towering pine - decorated to perfection - was standing in the center of the lawn. The whole scene looked like it belonged on the cover of a holiday magazine.
