![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() “This place has you written all over it.” “I’m surprised you ever moved away,” Giselle said. Even the most down-and-out shopper would be able to find a meaningful gift within their restricted budget. Tricked out in festive decorations, the two-story brick-faced mom-and-pop boutiques featured regional novelties, season’s tidings, and bountiful holiday specials and sales. “Is that your way of saying Sugar Creek looks like Santa’s Village?” Nerves brittle from navigating a snowstorm in a cheap-a-zoid rental car, Maya Templeton glanced at her friend and business partner, Giselle (just Giselle), as they breached the limits of Maya’s hometown. Is this place for real? Are you sure we didn’t drive through some sort of wormhole that redirected us to the North Pole?” Nothing says holidays like a fruitcake cupcake! ∼Daisy Monroe If you believe the copy of this e-book you are reading infringes on the author’s copyright, please notify the publisher at: us./piracy. Copyright infringement is against the law. You may not make this e-book publicly available in any way. The author and publisher have provided this e-book to you for your personal use only. ![]()
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