Sleigh bells ring and the all too familiar sounds of classic Christmas music pour in through my earbuds as I walked down the snow-crusted sidewalk. Closing my eyes, I hummed along to the tune of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing With lyrics written by Charles Wesley,.” Sad to say, this is  probably as Christmassy as I'm going to get.

Oh let me introduce myself, my name is Evangeline Snow and am just a simple boring girl, who spends her nights and days indoors. I'm kind of like an introvert, it's just not in my personality to be too rash or hasty. Am the kind of girl that likes to think things through before rushing into anything. Or at least I thought I was!

Until that one night which changed everything about me and my prospective about life. That day literally changed everything and I had no idea what bombshell was coming my way..

It was just like any other day, well not really  though. Am a Contemporary romance writer and author so my job makes it more convenient and easier for me to stay at home and work better.

It's not like It would be any different if I spent more time outside, that definitely won't help cure my insecurities it will only worsen it.. My mother keeps yelling that am too young to stay couped up indoors but I prefer it that way, just the thought of conversing or making friends with people scares the hell of me. I don't know what to call this condition of mine but it's pretty bad.

But it's also a big part of my life which I have to live with. Besides, staying home isn't all that bad. I get to spend quality time with myself, with no-one to bother me and I know that sounds sad and fucking lonely but I prefer living in  my own fantasy world which has kept me safe and has always been my comfort zone, the only reason I came out today is because I need to attend my elder sister’s wedding...

I know!

She's the one with the good traits, the one who was always popular back when we were still in highschool. I practically was just a ghost infact no one would have believed we were sisters...

Jeez...

Now that I say it out loud am really a loner, I mean spending Christmas time alone and saying am fine might sound sad to some people and to top it all up..

Am a virgin at twenty-five to think I write erotic scenes in my books. One might think I experienced it first-hand not knowing it's all just in my head, hidden fantasies and imagination..

The holidays is supposed to be a time of joy and good cheer, blah-de-blah-blah, and here I was, spending Christmas alone again. A part of me thinks it's not all that bad but the woman in me cries for help. But what can I do when am just a twenty-five year old trapped in a body of a shy and awkward teen. Oh well that aside, the good thing is I have my shit together, or at least I think so. If we are to exempt the virgin part and being alone part.

I own my own freaking house!

I know it's amazing, it's isn't easy to buy a house in New York City but hey, I own two actually. Am actually good with what I do, with the help of my editor and publisher my awkward and shy antics doesn't stop my work, as long as I don't need to make public appearances.

That has to count for something, right?

Yet, another holiday season spent by myself doesn't really sound bad ...

My sister Mariana has a family now. She has just gotten married to the kindest and sweetest guy I’ve ever met. The kind of guy that makes everyone else look like assholes in comparison and they had two beautiful little boys. Identical twins, Jefferson is the sweet and gooey one, where his brother Jonah is the rough-and-tumble sort and heaven I adore them both.

Mariana and Caleb have been together for years now after having two sons they finally decided to seal the deal because they've been delaying and pushing back their impending marriage ceremony because of the twins. Mariana refused to hold the ceremony because she doesn't want to look fat in her wedding pictures...

Yeah... You heard it clearly. Those were her exact words, when she found out she was pregnant she decided to keep the baby and push back their wedding for yet another year. She's always the reluctant and unruly one, she was quite wild back in the day but I guess she did find her soulmate who was able to tame her..

Something no one else could do even our parents!

Sometimes I sit back and watch the two couples as they flourish. They say a lady is the most beautiful flower, when nurtured with love and care she'll blossom so beautifully. I get a pang of jealousy whenever I see them both together and I wonder if maybe just maybe there might be a chance for me to have what they cherish..

“Jeez thank God you made it, I thought you were going to bail on me. You missed all the important parts”A sweet familiar voice says as I was nudged off balance.

“Mariana, you know I wouldn't miss this for the world, I just flew in for your wedding from NYC to LA. Give me a break will you”I whisper as I smile at her..

“You look so beautiful in that dress, I wish you happiness. But seriously girl I could curse you, you know that right! How could you fix your wedding in the middle of the holidays when you know it's going to be Chaos”I say berating her as I try to push back all my thoughts as I smile at her look gorgeous in her lace wedding dress.

“You know me, I live for the drama”She murmurs..

“Come let me introduce you to some of our guest”She giggles as she drags along into the hall.

“Hey, I don't want to embarrass you besides am not that fancily dressed”I whisper to her as we both struggle yet she still dragged me in, suddenly all my words seems to fall out of my mouth when I met him.

A fleeting moment of giddy hope, flowed in me!

There he stood slowly, stretching his six and a half foot frame to full height, looks to be in his thirty's or so but yet he has that latent power of a twenty something athlete, the strength of a warrior and the looks of some kind of ancient greek Adonis.

Suddenly my eyes dropped to stare at him straight in the eyes and that's when I knew I was a goner. The determination about him, a confidence bordering on arrogance, that demanded respect emitted through those sexy eyes of his...

His dark eyes followed mine as we both stare at each other. .

He looks just like a character written by me that seems to have taken form and come alive, my insides quiver in fear and excitement.

And that's how it all began...

The boring, simple virgin girl that I described not to long ago seems to disappear into thin air.

For the first time in my life, I became the willful and unruly one...