Chapter 40-Prologue to Enchanted

• Tatiana’s P.O.V
• I looked around my empty living room and sighed. It was going to be a long, lonely Christmas this year.
• I walked over to my coffee table and sat down on the carpeted floor. I leaned against a couch, facing the fireplace where I threw in a few tiny twigs and made a pitiful fire that hardly provided any heat or light. Thankfully, the fairy lights that I strung on the wall above the fireplace were lit, and it provided the only illumination in the darkened room while I sipped from a bottle of Ravenswood Old Vine. It didn’t matter anyway; I had no one to celebrate Christmas with.