\u201cYou do. It\u2019s kind of cute. A little stiff. Like you\u2019re smiling but asking permission to smile.\u201d Emma made a serious face, then smiled sideways, looking ridiculous. \u201cIt\u2019s like this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher burst out laughing. \u201cI don\u2019t do that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do. But relax, it\u2019s not even close to the worst thing I\u2019ve seen. Last week, there was a man eating spaghetti who used his tie to wipe his mouth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHis tie? Who does that? You\u2019re making that up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear on Santa I\u2019m not.\u201d Emma raised her hand. \u201cAnd since today is Christmas Eve, the promise counts even more. But anyway, enough about other people\u2019s disasters. Let\u2019s fix yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy disaster has no solution,\u201d Christopher sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course it does. Look.\u201d Emma brightened. \u201cYou\u2019re going to order the best dish in this restaurant, eat until you\u2019re full, drink a wine that costs more than my salary, and I\u2019m going to make you laugh at least five times before you walk out of here. Christmas Eve promise.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFive times? That\u2019s very specific.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already made you laugh three times since I got here, so we only need two more. Easy.\u201d Emma picked up her notepad. \u201cAnd don\u2019t even think about ordering a salad, because salad on Christmas Eve should be illegal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t going to order a salad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGreat, because I would judge you a lot.\u201d Emma leaned forward. \u201cSo, what\u2019s it going to be? And it needs to have cheese. A lot of cheese. Cheese cures sadness. It\u2019s scientifically proven.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cScientifically proven?\u201d Christopher raised an eyebrow.<\/p>\n
\u201cI read it online, so it must be true.\u201d Emma winked. \u201cCome on, pick something. Ravioli, lasagna, risotto. Say something with carbs, because you look like you haven\u2019t eaten carbs since 2010.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher laughed again. \u201cAll right, all right. Ravioli. With lots of cheese.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFinally, a sensible decision.\u201d Emma wrote it down with exaggerated enthusiasm. \u201cYou just earned a hundred points on my Decent Customer Scale. Only about five hundred more to reach legendary status.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have a scale?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course. Every good professional has a system.\u201d Emma tucked away the notepad. \u201cNow I\u2019ll go get your ravioli, and while I\u2019m gone, you\u2019re going to stop staring at that empty chair like it\u2019s the end of the world, okay? Because it\u2019s not. It\u2019s just another date gone wrong. You\u2019ll survive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you\u2019re laughing.\u201d Emma pointed at him triumphantly. \u201cAnd if you can laugh after being stood up, your emotional foundation is solid. Trust me, I understand people.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher shook his head, smiling. \u201cYou\u2019re completely crazy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you. That\u2019s the best compliment I got today.\u201d Emma started to walk away, then turned back. \u201cOh, and Christopher?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat Madison girl lost. Because you seem like a good man, and good people are rare.\u201d<\/p>\n
And with that, she walked toward the kitchen, the Christmas bell on her apron jingling brightly.<\/p>\n
Christopher watched her disappear between the tables. For the first time that night, he wasn\u2019t thinking about Madison, the empty chair, or how he had been left behind. He was thinking about how a wild waitress had just turned the worst night of the year into the funniest one he\u2019d had in a long time.<\/p>\n
Emma came back from the kitchen balancing a basket of warm bread and butter. She placed everything on Christopher\u2019s table with a dramatic flourish, as if she were presenting an award.<\/p>\n
\u201cComplimentary appetizer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, actually, it\u2019s courtesy of me because I convinced the chef by saying you were having the worst night of your life.\u201d Emma leaned in and whispered loudly, \u201cI stretched the truth a little. I told him you just found out your goldfish died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher almost spit out his water. \u201cYou told him what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCalm down. The chef is super emotional. He has five aquariums at home. It worked.\u201d Emma shrugged. \u201cAnd technically, it wasn\u2019t a complete lie. Your date died metaphorically.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re unbelievable,\u201d Christopher said, shaking his head. But he was laughing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know, I know. My mom says I should work in sales because I can convince anyone of anything.\u201d Emma pulled out a chair and sat down for a moment. \u201cLook, there aren\u2019t many people waiting right now, so I have a few minutes. Tell me, how did you end up on these blind dates? You seem like a normal guy. I mean, you have both eyes, both arms, you don\u2019t smell, you\u2019re well-dressed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks for the detailed analysis,\u201d Christopher laughed awkwardly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re welcome. But seriously, seven dates in two weeks? That sounds like a disaster marathon.\u201d Emma counted on her fingers. \u201cSo, what happened on the other six? Tell me everything. I love bad date stories.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher sighed. \u201cYou really want to know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course. It\u2019s better than a soap opera.\u201d Emma rested her chin on her hands, fully focused.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right. The first one cried the entire night about her ex-husband. The second ordered the most expensive dishes on the menu and then said she didn\u2019t feel a connection. The third brought her dog hidden in her purse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWait.\u201d Emma cut him off, eyes wide. \u201cIn the purse? What do you mean, \u2018in the purse\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA tiny poodle. It barked all night. She kept feeding it under the table.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma slapped the table laughing. \u201cOh my goodness, this is gold. And the others?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe fourth spent the whole time on her phone. The fifth confused me with someone else, and when she realized her mistake, she left. And the sixth\u2026\u201d Christopher paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the sixth?\u201d Emma was practically bouncing in her chair. \u201cTell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked to borrow money before we even ordered.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma froze for three full seconds before bursting into laughter. \u201cNo. You\u2019re making that up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear I\u2019m not.\u201d Christopher was laughing now, too. \u201cShe said her car had broken down and she needed three hundred dollars for the mechanic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd did you give it to her?\u201d Emma asked, curious.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood, because if you had, I\u2019d have to give you a whole speech about self-respect right here.\u201d Emma wiped the tears from laughing so hard. \u201cYou\u2019re like a magnet for disastrous dates. That\u2019s impressive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks. It\u2019s a talent I wish I didn\u2019t have.\u201d Christopher looked at her. \u201cBut tell me, why are you so desperate to find someone? You seem like a good guy\u2014hardworking, polite.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma tilted her head. \u201cLet me guess. Your family keeps bothering you at Christmas, asking when you\u2019re going to find a girlfriend.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher made a face. \u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause mine does the same thing.\u201d Emma threw her hands up. \u201cEvery year it\u2019s the same. \u2018Emma, you\u2019re twenty-five, you should be married by now. Emma, the neighbor\u2019s daughter already has three kids. Emma, you\u2019re going to end up alone with your twenty-seven cats.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have twenty-seven cats?\u201d Christopher asked, alarmed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I have two. But my mom exaggerates everything.\u201d Emma rolled her eyes. \u201cShe thinks two is the beginning of a feline army. But anyway, so you\u2019re doing all these dates because you want someone for Christmas?\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher nodded, a little embarrassed. \u201cI know it sounds dramatic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop that. It\u2019s not dramatic. It\u2019s human.\u201d Emma spoke seriously for the first time. \u201cEveryone wants someone during the holidays. I hate going to family dinners alone myself. My aunt Deborah always says, \u2018Still single, Emma?\u2019 Every single time, as if I hadn\u2019t noticed, you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher smiled. \u201cYour family sounds fun.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c\u2018Fun\u2019 is a polite word. I\u2019d say \u2018chaotic.\u2019\u201d Emma stood up. \u201cBut look, forget this Madison. Any woman who prefers to spend Christmas Eve doing who knows what instead of meeting you isn\u2019t worth it. It\u2019s like choosing to watch commercials instead of a movie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the strangest comparison I\u2019ve ever heard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a gift for strange comparisons.\u201d Emma made a little bow. \u201cBut now let me grab your food before the chef thinks I\u2019m here chatting instead of working\u2014which, to be fair, is exactly what I\u2019m doing.\u201d<\/p>\n
She walked away and Christopher watched her go. There was something about that waitress that felt completely different from all the women he had met lately. Emma was genuine, funny, direct. She wasn\u2019t trying to impress anyone. She had no filter, and somehow that was incredibly refreshing.<\/p>\n
She came back five minutes later with a huge plate of steaming ravioli.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere you go. The best ravioli in Chicago, made with love and a little bit of pity for your imaginary goldfish.\u201d Emma set the plate in front of him. \u201cAnd look, I convinced the chef to add extra cheese. Like, a lot of extra. It\u2019s practically swimming in cheese.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re amazing,\u201d Christopher said sincerely.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. But I\u2019m glad you noticed, too.\u201d Emma winked. \u201cNow eat while it\u2019s hot, and if you need anything else, just wave or call my name or toss a napkin. Anything works. I\u2019m pretty flexible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher started eating and had to admit it was delicious.<\/p>\n
Emma passed by his table three more times in the next few minutes, each time making a different comment.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it good? You look like you\u2019re enjoying it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNeed more wine? Because wine helps you forget bad dates.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat guy at table five hasn\u2019t stopped staring at your plate. I think he\u2019s jealous of your cheese.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher laughed every time she showed up. It was impossible not to. Emma had this contagious energy, a genuine joy that made everything feel lighter.<\/p>\n
When he was almost finished, Emma came back with a huge piece of tiramisu.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is not dessert,\u201d she announced solemnly. \u201cThis is therapy in the form of sweets. On the house again. Well, technically on me again. I told the chef today is your birthday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma, you can\u2019t keep lying to the chef.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I can. And I already did.\u201d Emma grinned. \u201cBesides, he was so happy he sang \u2018Happy Birthday\u2019 in Italian in the kitchen. So technically, you got a free birthday serenade. You\u2019re welcome.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher didn\u2019t know whether to laugh or pretend to be upset. He chose to laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are the craziest person I\u2019ve ever met.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you. I\u2019ll put that on my r\u00e9sum\u00e9.\u201d Emma sat down again for a second. \u201cBut really, can I tell you something? You\u2019re doing much better now than when you arrived. You came in all tense with that face of an executive who forgot how to smile. Now you\u2019re laughing, relaxed, eating cheese like there\u2019s no tomorrow. That\u2019s progress.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s true,\u201d Christopher admitted. \u201cI feel much better.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course you do, because you met Emma.\u201d She stood up theatrically. \u201cBut now I really have to go, because there\u2019s a table over there calling me and it looks like they\u2019re arguing about who\u2019s going to pay the bill, and that\u2019s always interesting.\u201d<\/p>\n
She started to walk away, but Christopher called out.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma, wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d She turned, curious.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you. Really. You completely changed this night.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma smiled\u2014this time, a genuine and sweet smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re welcome, Christopher. That\u2019s what I\u2019m here for. Well, technically I\u2019m here to serve food, but making people laugh is a bonus I offer for free.\u201d<\/p>\n
With one last wink, she disappeared between the crowded tables.<\/p>\n
Christopher ate the tiramisu slowly, savoring every bite. For the first time in weeks, he wasn\u2019t thinking about work, failed dates, or how his love life was a disaster. He was thinking about a waitress with brown hair, Christmas bell earrings, and a wonderfully crazy sense of humor.<\/p>\n
And he was smiling.<\/p>\n
Christopher asked for the check half an hour later, still enjoying the last bite of tiramisu. Emma appeared so fast it looked like she had been teleported.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeaving already? But the party is just starting.\u201d<\/p>\n
She placed the check on the table with an exaggerated flourish.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook, I added a special discount here. A discount for customers who got abandoned on dates. It\u2019s a new policy I just invented.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher looked at the bill and frowned. \u201cEmma, you can\u2019t keep giving discounts out of your own pocket.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho said it\u2019s from my pocket?\u201d Emma winked. \u201cMaybe I convinced the manager that you\u2019re a food critic in disguise. He got nervous and approved it right away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t do that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I did. You should have seen his face. He turned all red, started sweating, asked if the food was good about fifteen times.\u201d Emma tried not to laugh. \u201cIt was hilarious.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher shook his head, but he was smiling. \u201cYou\u2019re terrible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI prefer the term \u2018creatively efficient.\u2019\u201d Emma sat in the chair beside him. \u201cSo, what are you doing for Christmas tomorrow? Because if you\u2019re staying home watching a movie alone and eating popcorn, I\u2019ll be worried.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was probably exactly what I was going to do,\u201d Christopher admitted.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh no. That\u2019s way too depressing.\u201d Emma made a face. \u201cNo one should spend Christmas alone watching a bad movie and eating burned popcorn.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho said the popcorn was going to burn?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause popcorn always burns when we\u2019re sad. It\u2019s like a law of physics.\u201d Emma gestured dramatically. \u201cLook, I have a better idea. Why don\u2019t you spend Christmas at my house?\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher blinked several times, thinking he\u2019d heard wrong.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou heard me. Come spend Christmas at my house.\u201d Emma said it like she was inviting him for coffee, not an important family event. \u201cIt\u2019ll be me, my mom, Carol, and my younger sister, Lily. We always make a huge dinner, have games, music, and a lot\u2014like, a lot\u2014of food.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma, I can\u2019t just crash your family\u2019s Christmas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCrash it? You were invited. That\u2019s different.\u201d Emma cut in. \u201cAnd listen, my mom loves meeting new people. She\u2019ll be thrilled. My sister, too. She\u2019s basically me, but Version 2.0\u2014younger and with more energy, if that\u2019s even possible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher was genuinely shocked. \u201cBut you barely know me. Why would you do that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma shrugged. \u201cBecause you seem like a good person. And because no one should spend Christmas alone. And also because I felt we connected, you know? You laughed at my jokes. You didn\u2019t complain when I sat at your table without permission. And you didn\u2019t run away when I talked about my cats. That already puts you at the top of the \u2018nice people\u2019 list.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have a list?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone should. It\u2019s like a mental ranking of who deserves your time.\u201d Emma stood up and grabbed a napkin, writing something on it. \u201cHere. This is my number and my address. Dinner is at six tomorrow. Just show up. And you don\u2019t need to bring anything fancy. Just bring yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher took the napkin, still trying to process what was happening.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma, I really don\u2019t know what to say.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen don\u2019t say anything. Just show up.\u201d Emma smiled. \u201cOh, and just so you know, my mother will probably ask you a thousand questions\u2014she\u2019s very curious\u2014and my sister will try to teach you how to play video games, and I will keep making silly jokes the whole time. Ready?\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher couldn\u2019t help smiling. \u201cIt sounds chaotic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is. But it\u2019s the good kind of chaos, you know? Like when you mix all the colors and it becomes something pretty instead of an ugly brown.\u201d Emma paused. \u201cDid that comparison make sense?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Christopher laughed. \u201cBut I understood what you meant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGreat. Then it\u2019s settled. Are you coming?\u201d Emma put her hands together as if begging. \u201cPlease, because if you don\u2019t, I\u2019ll spend the whole night thinking you\u2019re home alone, eating burnt popcorn, and watching some boring documentary about economics.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI like documentaries about economics.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly. You urgently need fun in your life.\u201d Emma pointed at him. \u201cSo, are you going or not?\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher looked at the napkin with the address written in round, slightly crooked letters. This was crazy. He had met this girl just a few hours ago. She was a wild waitress who lied to the chef and invented discounts. And she was inviting him, a complete stranger, to spend Christmas with her family.<\/p>\n
It was absolutely insane.<\/p>\n
And even so, Christopher found himself saying, \u201cAll right. I\u2019ll go.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeriously?\u201d Emma almost shouted, making half the restaurant look over. \u201cSorry, sorry. But that\u2019s great. You won\u2019t regret it. I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust one question,\u201d Christopher said. \u201cDo you always invite strangers to your family Christmas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You\u2019re the first,\u201d Emma admitted, excited. \u201cBut I feel like you\u2019re special. I mean, it\u2019s not every day someone makes me laugh that much while going through the worst night ever. That takes talent.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was just surviving.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd surviving very well, by the way.\u201d Emma checked the time. \u201cWow, it\u2019s almost midnight. The restaurant will close soon. But look, are you sure you\u2019ll show up tomorrow? You won\u2019t change your mind and decide I\u2019m too crazy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are crazy,\u201d Christopher agreed. \u201cBut I think you\u2019re exactly the kind of crazy I need to meet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma smiled, and this time it was a different smile\u2014softer, more sincere.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you, Christopher, for accepting the invitation and for staying here the whole night, even after being stood up. A lot of people would have left angry and ruined the waiter\u2019s night just because they were upset.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI would never do that,\u201d Christopher said seriously.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. That\u2019s why I invited you.\u201d Emma picked up the money he had left on the table. \u201cNow go home, sleep well, and tomorrow come to my house ready to eat until you can\u2019t anymore and play ridiculous board games my mother insists on bringing out every Christmas.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher stood up, putting on his coat.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I bring something? Wine? Dessert?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can bring wine, but nothing too fancy, because my family is the kind that drinks boxed wine and thinks it\u2019s great.\u201d Emma laughed. \u201cOh, and if you want, bring that sense of humor you hide under that serious executive face. That will be useful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have a serious face.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, you do. It\u2019s like your default expression. But don\u2019t worry, we\u2019ll teach you how to relax.\u201d Emma began gently pushing him toward the exit. \u201cNow, get out of here before I make up another lie to the chef and we end up in trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher walked out of the restaurant laughing, with the napkin in his pocket and a strange feeling in his chest. It wasn\u2019t sadness. It wasn\u2019t frustration.<\/p>\n
It was something he hadn\u2019t felt in a long time.<\/p>\n
It was hope\u2014hope that maybe, just maybe, that disastrous Christmas Eve in the United States had become the beginning of something completely unexpected.<\/p>\n
He looked back and saw Emma through the window, waving dramatically with both hands. Christopher waved back, shaking his head with a smile. While he walked to the car, the snow started to fall softly, covering the streets of Chicago with a white blanket.<\/p>\n
And for the first time in years, Christopher was genuinely excited for Christmas.<\/p>\n
All because of a crazy waitress with Christmas bell earrings and a heart bigger than any logic could explain.<\/p>\n
PART 2<\/p>\n
On Christmas morning, Christopher woke up with sunlight coming through the apartment window. He checked his phone and saw it was 10:00 a.m.<\/p>\n
He picked up the napkin Emma had given him the night before and read the address again.<\/p>\n
Maple Street, number 423.<\/p>\n
Dinner at 6:00.<\/p>\n
He still couldn\u2019t believe he had accepted that invitation.<\/p>\n
Christopher spent the day trying to distract himself, but his thoughts kept going back to Emma\u2014the funny waitress who had turned his awful night into something memorable. Did she really mean that invitation, or had it just been kindness in the moment?<\/p>\n
At 5:15 p.m., Christopher was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his shirt for the third time. He had changed clothes four times. Too formal felt pretentious. Too casual felt careless. He ended up choosing jeans, a light blue shirt, and a gray sweater.<\/p>\n
He picked up the bottle of wine he had bought earlier and left the apartment before he could change his mind.<\/p>\n
Emma\u2019s address was in a quiet neighborhood in Chicago with small houses and yards full of Christmas decorations. House number 423 had colorful lights flashing on the porch and a giant inflatable snowman in the front yard.<\/p>\n
Christopher parked and sat in the car for a full minute. He closed million-dollar deals without hesitation, but he was nervous to ring the bell of an unfamiliar house.<\/p>\n
He finally got out of the car and walked to the door. Before he could even touch the bell, the door opened quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came!\u201d Emma practically shouted, opening her arms.<\/p>\n
She was wearing a red sweater with an embroidered reindeer and antlers that lit up.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you were going to cancel. My mom said you wouldn\u2019t come, but I said you would. And look, I won.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, Emma.\u201d Christopher laughed, holding out the bottle of wine. \u201cI brought this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma grabbed the bottle and her eyes widened. \u201cWow. This wine is fancy. Like really fancy. It even has a French name. You told me not to bring anything fancy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did, but\u2026 well, I\u2019m not going to complain.\u201d Emma pulled him inside. \u201cCome in before all the heat escapes. My mom is going to lose her mind when she sees this wine. She only knows boxed wine from the grocery store.\u201d<\/p>\n
The house was cozy and warm, with the smell of roasted turkey and cinnamon in the air. A huge Christmas tree took up half the living room, full of mismatched ornaments and lights that had clearly seen better days.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom! Lily! He came!\u201d Emma shouted into the house.<\/p>\n
A woman in her fifties came from the kitchen, drying her hands on an apron that said, SANTA IS MY CO-PILOT. She had the same brown hair as Emma and the same wide smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou must be Christopher. Emma hasn\u2019t stopped talking about you since last night.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol held out her hand, which was slightly sticky.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry, I was making pie. Welcome to our home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s a pleasure to meet you, ma\u2019am.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMa\u2019am? Oh my goodness, how polite.\u201d Carol patted Emma\u2019s shoulder. \u201cYou didn\u2019t say he was this polite and handsome, too. Look at that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d Emma rolled her eyes, blushing. \u201cYou promised you wouldn\u2019t be embarrassing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t promise anything.\u201d Carol winked at Christopher. \u201cCome in, come in. Make yourself comfortable. And call me Carol, not ma\u2019am. That makes me feel old.\u201d<\/p>\n
A girl around nineteen came running down the stairs. She had short blonde hair and was wearing a Grinch sweater.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs this the guy from the disastrous date?\u201d Lily asked without hesitation, looking Christopher up and down. \u201cHe looks normal. Like very normal. Why didn\u2019t Madison show up?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLily.\u201d Emma threw a pillow at her. \u201cYou can\u2019t ask that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not? It\u2019s a valid question.\u201d Lily dodged the pillow. \u201cHi, I\u2019m Lily, the younger and cooler sister\u2014and also prettier, but that\u2019s debatable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not debatable. It\u2019s false,\u201d Emma replied.<\/p>\n
Christopher laughed, starting to relax. \u201cNice to meet you, Lily.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWow, he really is polite,\u201d Lily told Emma. \u201cYou brought the last polite man left in Chicago to our house. That\u2019s like finding a unicorn.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGirl, stop bothering the poor man,\u201d Carol stepped in. \u201cChristopher, would you like something to drink? We have soda, juice, beer, and now this fancy wine you brought that I don\u2019t even know if I can open.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSoda is perfect, thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma guided him to the sofa.<\/p>\n
\u201cSit down. Relax. Important warning: my cats will show up at any moment and judge you. They are very critical of visitors.\u201d<\/p>\n
As if he had been summoned, a huge orange cat jumped onto Christopher\u2019s lap and stared at him intensely.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is Mr. Whiskers,\u201d Emma introduced. \u201cHe\u2019s the oldest and thinks he owns the place. The other one is Captain Cuteness, but he\u2019s hiding because he\u2019s shy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Whiskers?\u201d Christopher asked, petting the cat, who started purring loudly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was eight years old when I got him, okay? I thought it was a fancy name,\u201d Emma defended herself. \u201cAt least I didn\u2019t name him Furball like Lily wanted.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFurball is a great name,\u201d Lily protested from the kitchen.<\/p>\n
Carol returned with a glass of soda.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, Christopher,\u201d she said, \u201cEmma said you\u2019re a business owner?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I have a technology company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTechnology? How interesting.\u201d Carol sat on the armchair. \u201cYou work with those computer and internet things?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBasically.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGoodness, that must be complicated.\u201d Carol shook her head. \u201cI can barely use my phone. The other day, I sent a message to the wrong group and ended up sending a picture of my Christmas turkey to the fitness class chat. It was a mess.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, he doesn\u2019t need to know that,\u201d Emma groaned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not? It\u2019s funny.\u201d Carol laughed. \u201cThe ladies at the gym loved the turkey picture. They said it had great color.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily came back from the kitchen with a plate full of cookies.<\/p>\n
\u201cChristopher, do you play video games?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot much.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPerfect. After dinner, we\u2019re going to play Mario Kart and I\u2019m going to destroy everyone.\u201d Lily bit into a cookie. \u201cEmma is terrible at video games. She always falls off the maps.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t always fall,\u201d Emma protested. \u201cI only fall sixty percent of the time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSixty percent is always,\u201d Lily shot back.<\/p>\n
Christopher was laughing so hard that Mr. Whiskers gave him a disapproving look before jumping off his lap.<\/p>\n
\u201cSee, you scared my cat,\u201d Emma accused, but she was smiling.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour cat is dramatic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt runs in the family,\u201d Carol called to Emma from the kitchen. \u201cCome help me set the table. And Lily, stop stealing the cookies. Those are for dessert.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m testing the quality,\u201d Lily defended herself, but she put the plate down.<\/p>\n
Emma stood up. \u201cChristopher, do you want to help, or do you prefer to stay there being judged by Mr. Whiskers?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll help,\u201d Christopher said quickly.<\/p>\n
In the kitchen, Carol was taking the turkey out of the oven while humming a Christmas song. The table was covered with a red tablecloth full of stains and dishes that clearly didn\u2019t match.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry for the mess,\u201d Carol said. \u201cWe\u2019re not very formal here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s perfect,\u201d Christopher said sincerely.<\/p>\n
And it was. Nothing was technically perfect, but there was something truly warm about that chaotic kitchen\u2014Emma stealing pieces of roasted potatoes, Lily trying to balance five plates at once, and Carol singing off-key while cutting the turkey.<\/p>\n
For the first time in years, Christopher felt truly at home.<\/p>\n
\u201cCareful with that dish, it\u2019s hot,\u201d Emma warned as Christopher picked up the mashed potatoes.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re welcome. We don\u2019t want you burning yourself on your first Christmas here.\u201d Emma smiled, then seemed to realize what she had said. \u201cI mean\u2014not that there will be other Christmases. I mean, that sounded strange. I just meant\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma, breathe,\u201d Christopher said, laughing. \u201cI understood.\u201d<\/p>\n
But deep down, a part of him was hoping there would be other Christmases\u2014with that wild family, that cozy house, and that waitress with jingle bell earrings who had turned his night upside down in the best possible way.<\/p>\n
Everyone sat at the table, which was filled with food: roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, homemade cranberry sauce, caramelized sweet potatoes, green beans, and at least three different types of pie waiting on the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right, before we start, let\u2019s do our Christmas tradition,\u201d Carol announced, clasping her hands. \u201cEach person has to say one thing they\u2019re grateful for this year. I\u2019ll start. I\u2019m grateful for my two wonderful daughters, even though one of them almost set the kitchen on fire last week making popcorn.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was one time,\u201d Emma protested. \u201cAnd technically, the fire was small.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c\u2018Small,\u2019\u201d Lily repeated, bursting out laughing. \u201cThe smoke detector went off for twenty minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, okay, next person.\u201d Emma pointed at Lily, changing the subject quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m grateful I finally passed my driving test,\u201d Lily announced proudly. \u201cOn the fifth try, but who\u2019s counting?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone\u2019s counting,\u201d Emma muttered, making Lily throw a napkin at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour turn, Emma,\u201d Carol encouraged.<\/p>\n
Emma grew serious for a moment, looking around the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m grateful for having a loving, crazy family. For having a job I enjoy, even when my feet hurt at the end of the day.\u201d She looked at Christopher. \u201cAnd\u2026 for meeting new people who remind me that everyone deserves a second chance.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a brief silence, and then Carol began wiping her eyes with a napkin.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my goodness, now you made me cry.\u201d Carol fanned herself. \u201cChristopher, your turn before I start crying like a waterfall.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher cleared his throat, unexpectedly emotional.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m grateful I\u2019m not spending this Christmas alone,\u201d he said, \u201cand for meeting the most welcoming family in Chicago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh no, now I\u2019m going to cry again.\u201d Carol wiped more tears. \u201cAll right, enough sentimental stuff. Let\u2019s eat before everything gets cold.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dinner was chaotic and loud in the best way possible. Carol told embarrassing stories about her daughters. Lily answered back with equally embarrassing stories about her mother. Emma tried to defend everyone while stealing food from Lily\u2019s plate whenever she wasn\u2019t looking.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, Christopher,\u201d Carol began while passing the mashed potatoes, \u201cEmma said you had seven terrible dates in two weeks. Is that true or is she exaggerating?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom,\u201d Emma nearly choked. \u201cWe don\u2019t have to talk about that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not? I want to know,\u201d Lily perked up. \u201cTell us everything. The more embarrassing, the better.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher laughed. \u201cIt\u2019s true. Seven dates, seven disasters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWait, we need to hear about all of them.\u201d Lily tapped the table excitedly. \u201cLike a marathon of bad stories.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe really don\u2019t,\u201d Emma tried to intervene.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe really do,\u201d Carol agreed. \u201cThis is better than television.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher looked at Emma, who had covered her face with both hands, mortified, but she was smiling underneath.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right,\u201d Christopher agreed. \u201cThe first one cried about her ex-husband the entire night.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClassic,\u201d Lily commented. \u201cNext.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe second ordered lobster and sparkling wine, then said she didn\u2019t feel any chemistry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, her.\u201d Carol shook her head in disapproval.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe third brought a dog hidden in her purse. It barked the whole time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWait!\u201d Lily raised her hand. \u201cIn the purse? What do you mean, \u2018in the purse\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA tiny poodle. She kept feeding it under the table.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s strange and hilarious at the same time,\u201d Lily said, delighted. \u201cNext.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe fourth stayed on her phone the whole night. The fifth confused me with someone else and left when she realized the mistake. And the sixth asked to borrow money before the food even arrived.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d Carol almost knocked over her glass. \u201cThe nerve.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the seventh was Madison yesterday, who simply didn\u2019t show up,\u201d Emma added. \u201cAnd that\u2019s how he ended up at my table looking all sad, and I decided to adopt him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did not adopt me,\u201d Christopher protested, laughing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did. You\u2019re like a lost puppy I found on the street and brought home.\u201d Emma winked. \u201cA very well-dressed lost puppy who drives an expensive car, but still a puppy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI like him,\u201d Carol declared. \u201cMuch better than that guy you brought last year, Emma. What was his name again?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re not talking about Trevor,\u201d Emma said quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh yes, Trevor,\u201d Lily lit up. \u201cThe guy who said dogs were better than cats and almost started a third world war in this house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe insulted Mr. Whiskers,\u201d Emma defended. \u201cYou can\u2019t forgive that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWait, you broke up with him because he didn\u2019t like cats?\u201d Christopher asked, amused.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course. My cats are part of the family,\u201d Emma said with complete seriousness. \u201cIf someone doesn\u2019t like them, it won\u2019t work.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s my daughter,\u201d Carol approved. \u201cFamily loyalty above everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dinner went on with more stories, more laughter, and more food than Christopher thought it was possible for humans to eat. Carol insisted he try every dish at least twice, and when he said he was full, she said he was just making room for pie.<\/p>\n
After dinner, everyone went to the living room. Lily immediately turned on the video game console.<\/p>\n
\u201cTime for the annual Mario Kart tournament,\u201d she announced. \u201cChristopher, ready to be destroyed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve never played Mario Kart,\u201d Christopher admitted.<\/p>\n
\u201cNever?\u201d all three women said at the same time, shocked.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow have you never played Mario Kart?\u201d Emma asked, stunned. \u201cWhat did you do as a kid?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStudied.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s sad,\u201d Lily shook her head. \u201cBut it\u2019s okay. I\u2019ll teach you. Come here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily spent the next ten minutes explaining the controls with a seriousness that made it seem like she was teaching brain surgery, not a video game.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd when you see a blue shell, pray,\u201d Lily concluded. \u201cBecause there\u2019s no way to escape it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat makes no sense,\u201d Christopher said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWelcome to Mario Kart,\u201d Emma laughed, sitting next to him on the couch with her own controller.<\/p>\n
The first race was a complete disaster. Christopher finished in last place, fell off three different bridges, and got hit by practically every item in the game.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re worse than Emma,\u201d Lily cheered.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, I\u2019m not that bad,\u201d Emma protested, then fell off another bridge in the game. \u201cOkay, maybe I am.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol watched from her armchair, laughing so hard she had to hold her stomach. Mr. Whiskers was lying on her lap, looking like he was judging all of them.<\/p>\n
\u201cChristopher, you\u2019re holding the controller wrong.\u201d Emma pointed. \u201cTurn it. No, not like that. The other way.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow is there a right way to hold this?\u201d Christopher was confused and laughing at the same time.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a science to it,\u201d Lily insisted. \u201cYou can\u2019t just hold it any old way.\u201d<\/p>\n
On the third race, Christopher finally managed not to finish last. He finished next to last, but he celebrated as if he had won a championship.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook, I passed Emma,\u201d he shouted.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s because I fell off the bridge again,\u201d Emma argued. \u201cThat doesn\u2019t count.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt does count.\u201d Christopher was genuinely excited. \u201cI officially am not the worst player here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCongratulations. You beat my daughter who has zero coordination,\u201d Carol applauded ironically.<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks for the support, Mom,\u201d Emma said, throwing a pillow at her.<\/p>\n
They played for another hour, with Lily winning every race, Carol narrating each one like it was an Olympic event, Emma falling off bridges over and over again, and Christopher improving until he finally managed to come in third place in one race.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re learning,\u201d Emma celebrated. \u201cSoon you\u2019ll be beating me in every race.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not hard,\u201d Lily added, making Emma throw another pillow at her.<\/p>\n
When they finally stopped playing, it was already past 10 p.m. Carol brought pies and more coffee, and everyone settled in the living room, eating dessert and talking.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis was the best Christmas I\u2019ve had in years,\u201d Christopher said sincerely.<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d Emma asked, surprised. \u201cBut we just ate too much, played video games, and I embarrassed you in front of my whole family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d Christopher smiled. \u201cIt was perfect.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol stood and hugged Christopher. \u201cYou\u2019re welcome here whenever you want, dear. Consider this house your home, too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you, Carol. That means a lot.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily also stood, yawning.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, I\u2019m going to bed because I have to work early tomorrow. Christopher, it was a pleasure destroying you in Mario Kart.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe pleasure was mine,\u201d Christopher laughed.<\/p>\n
After Carol and Lily went upstairs, Emma and Christopher stayed alone in the living room. Mr. Whiskers had migrated to Christopher\u2019s lap and was snoring loudly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks for coming,\u201d Emma said softly. \u201cI know it was kind of crazy to accept the invitation of a complete stranger, but I\u2019m glad you came.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMe too,\u201d Christopher replied. \u201cYour family is amazing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re a little crazy,\u201d Emma admitted. \u201cBut they\u2019re my crazy people.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher looked at her, lit only by the Christmas tree lights, and felt something shift inside him\u2014something that had nothing to do with loneliness or desperation for company. It had to do with Emma, with her bell earrings, her unfiltered sense of humor, and her huge heart.<\/p>\n
And for the first time in a long time, Christopher Blackwell was starting to believe in second chances.<\/p>\n
The clock on the wall showed almost midnight. Emma was curled up in the corner of the sofa, barefoot, with her legs folded under her. Christopher was still holding Mr. Whiskers, who was snoring happily.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what\u2019s funny?\u201d Emma broke the comfortable silence. \u201cYesterday you were at the restaurant completely devastated, and now you\u2019re here with a cat on your lap looking like the most relaxed person in the world.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s your fault,\u201d Christopher said. \u201cYou and your family have this calming effect\u2014like therapy, but with more food and video games.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTherapy with food and video games should be an official treatment.\u201d Emma clapped her hands. \u201cI could open a clinic: Emma\u2019s Office, Where We Cure Sadness With Ravioli and Mario Kart.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019d be a success.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d be a millionaire.\u201d Emma stretched her arms. \u201cBut then I\u2019d have to charge people, and I\u2019m terrible at that. Like, last week, a customer forgot her wallet and I told her not to worry. My manager almost had a heart attack.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou paid for her meal?\u201d Christopher asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t have a choice. She had two little kids with her and looked like she was having a horrible day.\u201d Emma shrugged. \u201cTwenty-three dollars won\u2019t make me poor, but it made a difference for her, you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher looked at Emma with admiration.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re a good person.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, stop.\u201d Emma blushed. \u201cI just do what anyone would do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Emma. Most people wouldn\u2019t.\u201d Christopher spoke seriously. \u201cMost people would think of themselves first, but you don\u2019t. You helped that customer. You helped me yesterday when I was at rock bottom. You invited me to your home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, okay, stop or I\u2019m going to start crying, and then my mom will come downstairs thinking you did something to me.\u201d Emma fanned herself. \u201cLet\u2019s change the subject before I turn into an emotional faucet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher laughed. \u201cAll right. So tell me, why do you work as a waitress? Not that there\u2019s anything wrong with it, but you\u2019re smart, funny, and great with people.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you offering me a job?\u201d Emma raised an eyebrow playfully.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe,\u201d Christopher replied, also joking\u2014but part of him was seriously considering it.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook, I work as a waitress because I like it,\u201d Emma explained. \u201cI know everyone thinks it\u2019s temporary, like \u2018until I find something better,\u2019 but I honestly like what I do. I meet new people every day. I make them laugh. I help make their day a little better. That has value, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt really does,\u201d Christopher agreed. \u201cYou definitely made my day better. Actually, my life better.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma blushed. \u201cYou need to stop saying things like that, or I\u2019ll start thinking you\u2019re in love with me or something.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a strange silence.<\/p>\n
Christopher realized he\u2019d been staring at Emma for too long, and she was looking back\u2014a little confused, a little curious.<\/p>\n
\u201cI should go,\u201d Christopher said suddenly, startling Mr. Whiskers, who jumped off his lap in indignation. \u201cIt\u2019s late. Your family must be trying to sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, they sleep like rocks. Once we had a small earthquake here in Chicago and no one woke up except me.\u201d Emma stood up, too. \u201cBut yeah, it\u2019s really late. Do you have to work tomorrow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. The company is closed until after New Year\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLucky you. I have to work tomorrow night.\u201d Emma made a face. \u201cDinner shift. There are always those people who go out to eat after Christmas and complain they\u2019re full but still order dessert.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou love your job, remember?\u201d Christopher teased.<\/p>\n
\u201cI do, but people are still funny.\u201d Emma walked him to the door. \u201cHey, Christopher?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you for coming. Really, it was very good to have you here.\u201d Emma smiled, and it wasn\u2019t the playful smile she always used. It was soft, genuine. \u201cMy family loved you, especially Mr. Whiskers\u2014and he\u2019s picky with everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe feeling is mutual. I loved being here,\u201d Christopher said. He hesitated for a moment. \u201cCan I call you? Not in a strange way, but\u2026 I would like to see you again when you\u2019re not working.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma lit up. \u201cLike a date?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOnly if you want to call it that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to call it that.\u201d Emma practically jumped. \u201cYes. Call me, or text me, or show up at the restaurant. Anything works.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher laughed at her excitement. \u201cI\u2019ll call tomorrow. Is that okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is. I\u2019ll be waiting.\u201d Emma opened the door. \u201cDrive carefully, okay? And text me when you get home so I know you didn\u2019t freeze on the way.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher started going down the steps but turned around.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis was the best Christmas of my life.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma\u2019s mouth fell open, clearly emotional.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my gosh, now you made me all sensitive. Go before I start crying again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher waved and walked to the car, hearing Emma close the door behind him.<\/p>\n
When he got in and started the engine, he saw the living room curtain move. Emma was peeking, and when she saw he had noticed, she waved dramatically with both hands.<\/p>\n
Christopher waved back, laughing, and started driving. The way home felt different\u2014the same streets, the same Christmas lights, but everything had a different glow, as if the world had become more colorful somehow.<\/p>\n
When he got to his apartment, he sent a message to Emma:<\/p>\n
I got home. I didn\u2019t freeze on the way. Thank you again for everything.<\/p>\n
The reply came in seconds:<\/p>\n
That\u2019s good. My mom was already worried. She said you\u2019re a good man and that I should marry you. Ignoring the embarrassing part. Sleep well.<\/p>\n
Christopher laughed out loud in the empty apartment.<\/p>\n
Your mother is great. Sleep well, too.<\/p>\n
He received another message:<\/p>\n
I won\u2019t be able to sleep. I\u2019ll keep thinking about how you said this was the best Christmas of your life. That was very sweet. You\u2019re very sweet. Okay, I\u2019m going to stop talking now before I say something more embarrassing. Good night.<\/p>\n
Christopher stared at the message, smiling like a teenager. He, Christopher Blackwell, CEO of a tech company in the U.S., was smiling at his phone like a kid, and he didn\u2019t care at all.<\/p>\n
The next morning, Christopher woke up with a strange feeling. It took him a minute to understand what it was.<\/p>\n
Happiness.<\/p>\n
He was genuinely happy.<\/p>\n
He picked up his phone and saw three messages from Emma, all sent during the night:<\/p>\n
Okay, I can\u2019t sleep. My brain won\u2019t stop. Do you really want to see me again, or did you just say that to be polite?<\/p>\n
You don\u2019t need to answer that now. You\u2019re sleeping. Or, I hope you\u2019re sleeping. It would be strange if you were awake reading my 3 a.m. rambling.<\/p>\n
Okay, now I\u2019m really going to sleep. I promise I won\u2019t text again unless I do. Good night again.<\/p>\n
Christopher replied:<\/p>\n
Good morning. And yes, I really want to see you again. It wasn\u2019t just being polite. When do you finish work today?<\/p>\n
The answer came almost instantly:<\/p>\n
You\u2019re awake! And I finish at 10 p.m. Why?<\/p>\n
Can I pick you up? We can get coffee or something. Coffee at 10 at night, or ice cream, or Chinese food\u2014anything. I just want to see you.<\/p>\n
There was a longer pause this time, and Christopher got nervous, thinking he had been too intense. But then the reply came:<\/p>\n
Okay, that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. Yes, come get me, but only if you promise you won\u2019t judge my tired face at the end of my shift.<\/p>\n
I promise. See you at 10. Can\u2019t wait.<\/p>\n
Now I\u2019m going to work excited. My mom just read our messages over my shoulder and said, \u201cI knew it,\u201d really loud. Help.<\/p>\n
Christopher laughed, putting the phone aside. For the first time in years, he had plans\u2014plans that didn\u2019t involve work, meetings, or corporate obligations. Plans that involved a brown-haired waitress, a sense of humor with no filter, and a heart the size of the world.<\/p>\n
And Christopher couldn\u2019t be more excited.<\/p>\n
PART 3<\/p>\n
Christopher spent the entire day in the apartment, but unlike other days off, he couldn\u2019t focus on anything. He tried reading but kept rereading the same page. He tried watching TV but didn\u2019t pay attention.<\/p>\n
His mind was busy thinking about Emma.<\/p>\n
At 9:45 p.m., he was already parked in front of Bellanade, fifteen minutes early. The restaurant still had a few customers, and through the window, Christopher could see Emma serving a table, smiling and gesturing excitedly while writing down the order.<\/p>\n
At exactly 10:00, Emma came out the back door wearing a huge red coat and a backpack. When she saw Christopher\u2019s car, her face lit up.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou actually came?\u201d Emma opened the door and got in, bringing with her the smell of restaurant food and floral perfume. \u201cI was afraid you had changed your mind.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would I?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know. People change their minds.\u201d Emma buckled her seat belt. \u201cLike the time a guy said he would pick me up after work and never showed up. I waited forty minutes in the cold before I realized he wasn\u2019t coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s awful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was. But look on the bright side: I learned it\u2019s not worth waiting more than half an hour for anyone.\u201d Emma turned to him. \u201cBut you came early. That gives you, like, five hundred extra points.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a score?\u201d Christopher asked, amused.<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone does. It\u2019s like a mental ranking I make.\u201d Emma sighed and took off her work shoes with relief. \u201cOh, thank goodness. My feet are killing me. There was a wedding today in the restaurant hall\u2014around one hundred and fifty people. I must have walked twenty kilometers just going back and forth to the kitchen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want to go home and rest? We can do this another day.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo way.\u201d Emma interrupted him. \u201cI spent the whole day thinking about this date. I don\u2019t care if my feet fall off. I want ice cream.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher laughed. \u201cIce cream at ten at night in winter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIce cream has no time or season,\u201d Emma declared solemnly. \u201cIt\u2019s like pizza\u2014always appropriate.\u201d<\/p>\n
They went to a small ice cream shop that was still open, a cozy place with colorful tables and a board on the wall listing all the available flavors.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, you need to try the apple pie flavor,\u201d Emma said as she tasted the samples. \u201cIt\u2019s like eating pie but cold. And somehow that makes everything better.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve tried six flavors already,\u201d Christopher pointed out, laughing.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I\u2019m going to try three more before deciding.\u201d Emma took another sample. \u201cThis is the best part: the free samples.\u201d<\/p>\n
The guy behind the counter was amused.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou come here every week and always try the same flavors,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I need to make sure they\u2019re still good, Kevin,\u201d Emma argued. \u201cIt\u2019s quality control. I\u2019m doing a public service.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher ended up ordering chocolate ice cream, and Emma ordered a mix of apple pie with salted caramel that sounded scientifically impossible to work but, according to her, was the best combination ever invented by humanity.<\/p>\n
They sat at a table near the window and Emma attacked the ice cream like she hadn\u2019t eaten in days.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, how was your day?\u201d Emma asked between spoonfuls.<\/p>\n
\u201cBoring. I spent the entire day waiting to be able to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma stopped eating and looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, you cannot keep saying things like that. My heart can\u2019t handle it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry,\u201d Christopher said, but he didn\u2019t sound sorry.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, don\u2019t apologize. Keep going. It\u2019s just that I\u2019m not used to someone being so direct and kind at the same time.\u201d Emma covered her face with her hands for a second, then went back to eating. \u201cOkay, my turn. My day was chaotic. There was a table that asked for the wedding cake cut into exactly equal slices, and I\u2019m like, \u2018How does someone do that?\u2019 I tried, but some slices were bigger than others, and the bride almost had a meltdown.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear. She stood there measuring the slices with a ruler.\u201d Emma gestured dramatically. \u201cWho brings a ruler to their own wedding?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone very organized?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone very intense,\u201d Emma corrected. \u201cBut in the end, everything worked out. Everyone ate cake and nobody complained except the groom\u2019s uncle, who said the salmon was dry\u2014but he complained about literally everything the whole night, so it doesn\u2019t count.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher was laughing so hard he had to put his spoon down.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you manage to turn everything into a funny story?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s a gift.\u201d Emma shrugged. \u201cMy mom says I was born talking and I haven\u2019t stopped since. In school, the teachers always sent me to the principal\u2019s office for talking too much during class.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can imagine you being a very energetic child.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c\u2018Energetic\u2019 is a polite way of saying \u2018hyperactive.\u2019\u201d Emma laughed. \u201cI was terrible. One time I decided I wanted to be a magician, so I tried to make my sister disappear by locking her in the closet. It didn\u2019t work very well.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI imagine not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe screamed for fifteen minutes until my mom found out. I was banned from watching magic shows for a month.\u201d Emma shook her head. \u201cBut it was worth it. For about five minutes, I really thought I had magic powers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re amazing,\u201d Christopher said.<\/p>\n
This time, he wasn\u2019t laughing. He was serious, looking at her with an expression Emma couldn\u2019t figure out.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop it.\u201d Emma threw a napkin at him. \u201cYou\u2019re going to make me all mushy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry, but it\u2019s true.\u201d<\/p>\n
They kept talking for more than an hour until Kevin said he was closing the ice cream shop.<\/p>\n
\u201cWow, already?\u201d Emma checked her phone. \u201cEleven-thirty. Time flew by.\u201d<\/p>\n
In the car, Christopher drove Emma home. When they stopped in front of her house, neither of them moved to get out right away.<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks for the ice cream,\u201d Emma said. \u201cAnd for the company. I had a great time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMe too. Can we do it again?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course. Anytime you want.\u201d Emma started to open the door but hesitated. \u201cChristopher?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy do you like me? I mean, you\u2019re this super successful executive. You probably make more in a day than I make in a month, and I\u2019m just a waitress who talks too much and makes bad jokes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher became serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cFirst, you\u2019re not \u2018just\u2019 anything. You\u2019re amazing. Second, I like you because you\u2019re genuine. You don\u2019t try to be someone else. You don\u2019t try to impress me with things that aren\u2019t real. You are yourself without a filter, and that\u2019s refreshing. And third, your jokes aren\u2019t bad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey are,\u201d Emma laughed, but she was clearly emotional.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, some are,\u201d Christopher admitted. \u201cBut I like them anyway. I like you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma stayed quiet for a moment, just looking at him. Then, impulsively, she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere. Now I can go without spending the whole night wondering if I should have done that or not.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma got out of the car quickly, bright red.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood night, Christopher. Call me tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
And before he could answer, Emma was already running inside, leaving Christopher in the car with his hand on his cheek and a silly smile on his face.<\/p>\n
He waited until he saw the living room light turn on and then saw the curtain move. Emma was peeking again, and when she noticed he was still there, she made an exaggerated gesture telling him to go home.<\/p>\n
Christopher waved, laughing, and drove away. On the way back, his phone chimed with a message:<\/p>\n
Okay, I officially won\u2019t be able to sleep again. Why do you have to say things like that? It\u2019s not fair. Good night again.<\/p>\n
Christopher replied:<\/p>\n
Good night. I\u2019m not perfect, but with you, I want to be the best version of myself.<\/p>\n
The answer came instantly:<\/p>\n
Stop saying beautiful things. My mom just walked into my room asking why I\u2019m squealing. She wants to know everything. Help.<\/p>\n
Christopher laughed to himself in the car, happier than he had been in years. And the best part was, he knew this was only the beginning.<\/p>\n
The next morning, Christopher woke up to his phone ringing. It was Emma calling on video.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood morning,\u201d Emma appeared on the screen wearing penguin pajamas, her hair completely messy. \u201cSorry for calling early, but I had an idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat time is it?\u201d Christopher asked, still half asleep.<\/p>\n
\u201cNine in the morning. That\u2019s not early,\u201d Emma argued. \u201cAnyway, I\u2019m off today and I thought, why don\u2019t we do something fun, like ice skating? Have you ever been ice skating?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPerfect. Then you\u2019re going today.\u201d Emma was clearly excited. \u201cThere\u2019s a rink downtown that stays open until New Year\u2019s. Let\u2019s go, please. It\u2019ll be hilarious. I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher couldn\u2019t say no to that enthusiasm.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right. What time?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo in the afternoon. I\u2019ll send the address. Bye.\u201d<\/p>\n
And she hung up before he could answer.<\/p>\n
Christopher looked at the phone, shaking his head with a smile. Emma had an energy that was impossible to resist.<\/p>\n
At exactly 2:00 p.m., Christopher arrived at the ice-skating rink. The place was full of families, couples, and children sliding across the ice. Emma was already there, wearing a bright pink coat that was impossible to miss, waving dramatically.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came! I thought you\u2019d give up once you realized ice skating is basically preparing to fall several times.\u201d Emma pulled him toward the skate rental line. \u201cYou\u2019re great at sales,\u201d Christopher said ironically.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. I should work in marketing.\u201d Emma grabbed her skates. \u201cOkay, important warning: I\u2019m terrible at skating. Like extremely terrible. But it\u2019s fun anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t make me feel confident.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt shouldn\u2019t.\u201d Emma sat on the bench and started putting on her skates. \u201cBut look at the bright side: we\u2019re going to fall together. It\u2019s like forming a disaster team.\u201d<\/p>\n
When they finally stepped onto the ice, Christopher immediately understood her warning. His ankles felt like they were made of jelly, and he could barely stand.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook at me,\u201d Emma shouted, sliding about three feet before waving her arms desperately. \u201cI\u2019m going. I\u2019m going. No, I\u2019m not. I\u2019m falling.\u201d<\/p>\n
And she did, landing on the ice with a thump.<\/p>\n
Christopher tried to reach her and almost fell too, grabbing the side of the rink.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you okay?\u201d he asked, worried.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m great. My backside isn\u2019t.\u201d Emma laughed, taking his hand to get up. \u201cOkay, new strategy. We hold on to each other and hope we don\u2019t fall at the same time.\u201d<\/p>\n
They spent the next hour trying to skate, falling repeatedly, laughing so hard their stomachs hurt. Emma fell at least eight times, and Christopher wasn\u2019t far behind with six.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is harder than it looks,\u201d Christopher complained, holding the rail after another fall.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you.\u201d Emma slid toward him but lost her balance and bumped into him, making both of them fall again.<\/p>\n
\u201cOops. Sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
They stayed sitting on the ice laughing while other skaters skillfully avoided them.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re pathetic,\u201d Emma laughed. \u201cThere are five-year-olds skating better than us. That one over there is about three and already did five laps.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher pointed at a tiny girl gliding easily.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is humbling,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
Emma tried to stand again and slipped. \u201cOkay, the ice doesn\u2019t like me. It\u2019s official.\u201d<\/p>\n
An employee skated over smoothly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you two need help?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need a miracle,\u201d Emma replied. \u201cOr maybe just solid ground under our feet.\u201d<\/p>\n
The young man laughed and helped them both up.<\/p>\n
\u201cFirst time?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it that obvious?\u201d Christopher asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cA little,\u201d the employee admitted. \u201cBut you\u2019re having fun, and that\u2019s what matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
After another thirty minutes of trying, Emma and Christopher finally managed to skate one full lap without falling, holding each other\u2019s hands to stay balanced.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook, we did it,\u201d Emma celebrated. \u201cWe\u2019re officially mediocre skaters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c\u2018Mediocre\u2019 is generous,\u201d Christopher laughed.<\/p>\n
When they left the rink, both were wet, cold, and sore in several places\u2014but completely happy.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was ridiculous,\u201d Christopher said as they returned the skates.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was, but admit it\u2014it was fun.\u201d Emma nudged his arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was,\u201d Christopher agreed, smiling. \u201cTotally worth the thousand falls.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was only eight falls for me,\u201d Emma corrected. \u201cYou\u2019re the one who fell a thousand times.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was six.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDetails.\u201d Emma grabbed her backpack. \u201cNow, let\u2019s get hot chocolate because I\u2019m freezing.\u201d<\/p>\n
They went to a nearby caf\u00e9 and sat by the fireplace. Emma ordered hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and whipped cream, while Christopher ordered coffee.<\/p>\n
\u201cCoffee? How boring,\u201d Emma made a face. \u201cYou just fell on the ice seventeen times. You deserve something more festive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow it\u2019s seventeen falls?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI round up for dramatic purposes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma took a sip of the hot chocolate and ended up with a whipped cream mustache.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut seriously, today was so much fun, even though I turned my backside into one big bruise.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher laughed, wiping the whipped cream from her face with a napkin.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought it was fun too. I don\u2019t remember the last time I laughed this much.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d Emma looked surprised. \u201cBut you\u2019re so successful. I thought you spent your days laughing all the time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSuccess doesn\u2019t mean automatic happiness,\u201d Christopher said. \u201cI spent the last few years focused only on work. I forgot what it felt like to have real fun.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma became serious for a moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, then I\u2019m going to have to teach you. And just so you know, my lessons include falling on ice, eating ice cream in winter, and making questionable decisions that turn into funny stories.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan\u2019t wait,\u201d Christopher said.<\/p>\n
This time, he wasn\u2019t being ironic.<\/p>\n
They stayed at the caf\u00e9 until it got dark, talking about everything and nothing. Emma shared more absurd childhood stories, and Christopher brought up some old college memories he had forgotten existed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou used to be way cooler,\u201d Emma observed. \u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAdult responsibilities, I guess.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s overrated,\u201d Emma declared. \u201cYou urgently need more fun and less stress.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can be my fun consultant,\u201d Christopher suggested.<\/p>\n
\u201cI accept the job. My first official advice is: stop taking yourself so seriously.\u201d Emma pointed at him. \u201cSecond advice: always order dessert. Third: learn how to ice skate, because today was embarrassing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher laughed so hard he had to put his cup down. As he looked at Emma with her bright eyes and wide smile, he realized something important.<\/p>\n
He was falling in love.<\/p>\n
PART 4<\/p>\n
Three days passed, and Christopher and Emma had seen each other every single day\u2014dinners, walks, even a trip to the movies where Emma laughed so loudly people asked her to be quiet. They texted late into the night, talking about everything and nothing.<\/p>\n
On the morning of December 30th, Christopher woke up to a call from his secretary.<\/p>\n
\u201cChristopher, we need to talk about the January meeting,\u201d Amanda said on the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cAmanda, the company is on break. Can it wait until the new year?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course, but there\u2019s something else. Your brother called. He wants to know if you\u2019re showing up to your parents\u2019 New Year\u2019s Eve party in Miami.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher had completely forgotten. Every year his family threw a huge New Year\u2019s Eve party in Florida, and every year he found an excuse not to go.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not sure if I\u2019ll go,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cChristopher, you haven\u2019t been to a family party in three years. Your mother will be upset.\u201d<\/p>\n
She was right.<\/p>\n
Christopher hung up and thought for a moment. Then he had an idea\u2014a possibly crazy idea, but one that made perfect sense in his head.<\/p>\n
He called Emma.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, good morning,\u201d Emma answered cheerfully. \u201cI\u2019m making pancakes and burned two, but the third one is perfect.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma, can I ask you a crazy question?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just called the right person for crazy questions. Go ahead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want to go to Miami with me tomorrow?\u201d<\/p>\n
There was silence on the other end.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma, are you still there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m here. I\u2019m here. Just processing,\u201d Emma said quickly. \u201cMiami? Like Miami in Florida? Tomorrow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. My family has a New Year\u2019s Eve party every year. I thought maybe you\u2019d want to go with me. We\u2019ll be back on the second. I\u2019ll take care of everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChristopher, this is wild. We\u2019ve known each other for less than a week.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. It was a dumb idea. Sorry\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI accept!\u201d Emma shouted. \u201cOh my gosh, I\u2019m going to Miami. I\u2019ve never been to Miami. My mom is going to freak out. Wait, let me ask if she can watch the cats. Mom!\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher heard muffled shouting in the background. Then Emma returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mom said yes, that you\u2019re a good man and that if you don\u2019t propose by next year, she\u2019ll be disappointed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIgnoring that last part\u2026 great,\u201d Christopher laughed, relieved. \u201cOur flight leaves tomorrow at 10 a.m.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTomorrow? Christopher, I don\u2019t have clothes for Miami. I don\u2019t have clothes to meet your family. I don\u2019t have clothes for anything.\u201d Emma was clearly starting to panic.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll buy some there. Relax.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRelax? You\u2019re introducing me to your whole family and you want me to relax?\u201d Emma took a deep breath. \u201cOkay. Okay. I can do this. I will do this. Oh my gosh, I\u2019m meeting your family.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next day, Christopher picked up Emma at 8 a.m. She stood at the door with a small suitcase and a huge backpack, wearing an oversized winter coat.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know it\u2019s warm in Miami, right?\u201d Christopher pointed at the coat.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know, but it\u2019s freezing here.\u201d Emma got in the car. \u201cMy mom made me promise to send pictures of everything. And Lily made me promise to bring her a fridge magnet. Apparently, she collects magnets now.\u201d<\/p>\n
At the airport, Emma was visibly nervous.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve never flown?\u201d Christopher asked, surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cNever. My family always traveled by car.\u201d Emma looked at the planes through the window. \u201cThey\u2019re big, right? Like really big. How does something that big fly?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPhysics,\u201d Christopher answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t help,\u201d Emma muttered.<\/p>\n
She grabbed his arm as they boarded the plane.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, this is smaller inside than I expected,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
During takeoff, Emma squeezed Christopher\u2019s hand so tightly he thought she might break his fingers.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs this normal?\u201d she asked when the plane started rising. \u201cIs that noise normal?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s normal, Emma. Relax.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow can I relax? We\u2019re flying. Like literally flying in the air.\u201d Emma looked out the window and immediately shut her eyes. \u201cNope, I\u2019m not looking. Too high.\u201d<\/p>\n
Once the plane leveled off, Emma finally relaxed a little. Then she started talking a lot.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, tell me about your family. How many people will be there? Are they nice? Are they going to think I\u2019m strange? Because I\u2019m a little strange, I won\u2019t lie. What should I say? What should I not say? Is there any forbidden topic?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBreathe, Emma,\u201d Christopher laughed. \u201cMy family will love you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I really like you,\u201d Christopher said, then corrected himself quickly, feeling his face warm. \u201cA lot.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou almost said \u2018love,\u2019\u201d Emma teased.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I said \u2018like.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were going to say \u2018love.\u2019 I heard it.\u201d Emma was laughing now. \u201cOh my gosh, that\u2019s a lot of pressure. We\u2019ve known each other for a week.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. Sorry. It slipped out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be sorry.\u201d Emma grabbed his hand. \u201cBecause I\u2019m starting to feel that, too. Like it\u2019s very fast and a little scary, but it\u2019s real, you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher looked at her. In that moment, in the middle of a plane full of strangers, miles above the United States, he was absolutely sure of one thing.<\/p>\n
He loved Emma.<\/p>\n
But he decided not to say it out loud yet. He didn\u2019t want to scare her more than she already was.<\/p>\n
When they arrived in Miami, the heat hit them like a wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cWow.\u201d Emma took off her coat immediately. \u201cThis is like a giant oven. How do people live here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou get used to it.\u201d Christopher picked up the bags.<\/p>\n
The car he had rented was waiting for them in the parking lot. As they drove toward Christopher\u2019s parents\u2019 house, Emma looked out the window like an excited child.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook at the palm trees. And the ocean, Christopher. You can see the ocean from here.\u201d Emma was practically bouncing in her seat. \u201cThis is amazing. Why do you live in Chicago when you could live here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Chicago has you,\u201d he answered without thinking.<\/p>\n
Emma turned red. \u201cYou can\u2019t keep saying things like that. My heart can\u2019t handle it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher\u2019s parents\u2019 house was huge\u2014a mansion by the sea with manicured gardens.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is a house? This is like a hotel,\u201d Emma whispered as she got out of the car. \u201cChristopher, your family is really, really well-off.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you I had a company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t say your family lived in a resort.\u201d Emma straightened her clothes nervously. \u201cOkay, now I\u2019m officially panicking. What if they don\u2019t like me? What if they think I\u2019m just an opportunistic waitress?\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher held her face gently with both hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cListen. You are amazing. You are funny, kind, genuine, and anyone who doesn\u2019t see that is missing something important. And if my family doesn\u2019t like you, that\u2019s their problem, not yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma took a deep breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay. I can do this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, you can.\u201d<\/p>\n
They started walking toward the door, but before they could ring the bell, the door opened. An elegant woman in her sixties appeared with perfectly styled blonde hair and a spotless white dress. She looked at Christopher and then at Emma.<\/p>\n
\u201cChristopher, you brought someone,\u201d his mother said, smiling warmly. \u201cCome in, come in. You must be Emma. Christopher called and told me about you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma looked at Christopher, surprised. He had called his mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Blackwell,\u201d Emma said, extending her hand.<\/p>\n
Christopher\u2019s mother ignored the hand and pulled her into a hug.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall me Patricia. And welcome to the family, dear. Anyone who managed to make my son smile again is a walking miracle.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma laughed, relaxing a little.<\/p>\n
Maybe this wouldn\u2019t be a total disaster after all.<\/p>\n
But then, from inside the house, a male voice shouted:<\/p>\n
\u201cChristopher brought a girlfriend! I need to see this.\u201d<\/p>\n
And Emma realized the adventure was just beginning.<\/p>\n
PART 5<\/p>\n
A man around thirty-eight appeared at the door\u2014tall, similar to Christopher, but with darker hair and a mischievous smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t believe it. My little brother finally brought someone.\u201d He extended his hand to Emma. \u201cI\u2019m Daniel, the older and clearly more handsome brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNice to meet you.\u201d Emma shook his hand, laughing. \u201cI\u2019m Emma, the surprise girlfriend.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGirlfriend,\u201d Christopher and Emma said at the same time\u2014she excited, he surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, you brought me to meet your family,\u201d Emma whispered to him. \u201cThat kind of qualifies you as a boyfriend, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher smiled. \u201cYeah. I guess it does.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, how sweet. They\u2019re adorable,\u201d Patricia said, clapping her hands. \u201cCome in, come in. You must be tired from the trip.\u201d<\/p>\n
The house was even more impressive inside. High ceilings, elegant d\u00e9cor, and an ocean view through huge windows. Emma tried not to stare with her mouth open, but it was hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cWow,\u201d she whispered to Christopher. \u201cYour childhood home is like five times bigger than my entire house.\u201d<\/p>\n
A sixteen-year-old girl ran down the stairs.<\/p>\n
\u201cUncle Christopher brought a girlfriend! Let me see.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is Sophie, Daniel\u2019s daughter,\u201d Christopher introduced. \u201cSophie, this is Emma.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHi. You\u2019re way nicer than that Madison Grandma keeps talking about,\u201d Sophie said without any filter. \u201cLike way nicer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSophie,\u201d Patricia scolded, but she was laughing.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you,\u201d Emma said, not sure if she should be happy or confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, I\u2019ll show you your room,\u201d Patricia took Emma\u2019s arm. \u201cChristopher, your father is in the office. Daniel, help your brother with the bags.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma was practically dragged up the stairs by Patricia, who talked non-stop.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have no idea how happy I was when Christopher called saying he was bringing someone. He never brings anyone. I thought he was going to live alone with his computers forever.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia opened the door to a huge bedroom.<\/p>\n
\u201cI hope you like it. It has an ocean view.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is amazing,\u201d Emma said sincerely, looking out the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, tell me everything. How did you two meet?\u201d Patricia sat on the bed, clearly excited.<\/p>\n
Emma told the whole story\u2014from the disastrous date at the restaurant to the Christmas invitation at her house. Patricia listened with bright eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, how romantic! You saved my son from sadness on Christmas Eve.\u201d Patricia wiped a tear. \u201cEmma, dear, I already like you so much.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you, Patricia,\u201d Emma corrected herself quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow rest a little. The party starts at seven, and there will be a lot of people. The Blackwell family loves a big celebration.\u201d Patricia stood up. \u201cOh, and Emma\u2014don\u2019t be nervous. Everyone here will love you as much as I already do.\u201d<\/p>\n
After Patricia left, Emma flopped onto the huge bed and texted Carol.<\/p>\n
Mom, their house is like a palace. I\u2019m panicking. Help.<\/p>\n
The reply came fast:<\/p>\n
Breathe, dear. You are wonderful. They will love you. Now send me a picture of this palace house.<\/p>\n
Emma took several photos and sent them. Then someone knocked on the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome in.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher walked in, smiling.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid my mother kidnap you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKind of. But she\u2019s great.\u201d Emma sat up. \u201cChristopher, your family is really well-off. Why didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it doesn\u2019t change who I am. You\u2019re not here because of the money. You\u2019re here because of me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStill, I could have prepared myself mentally.\u201d Emma gestured widely. \u201cMy family lives in a two-bedroom house where Mr. Whiskers is basically the owner. Your family lives in a five-star resort.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher took her hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma, relax. They already like you. Especially my mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s very sweet,\u201d Emma admitted. \u201cAnd your brother seems nice. And Sophie is hilarious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSee? Everything\u2019s fine.\u201d Christopher kissed her forehead. \u201cNow rest a little. Soon a bunch of relatives will arrive, and you\u2019ll need energy.\u201d<\/p>\n
At 7 p.m., the house was already full. Cousins, uncles, family friends\u2014all dressed elegantly. Emma had put on the only dress she brought, a simple red one, and felt completely out of place among so much glamour.<\/p>\n
\u201cBreathe,\u201d Christopher whispered in her ear. \u201cYou look beautiful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI look like a kid who dressed herself next to these women in designer clothes,\u201d Emma whispered back.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look like you. And that\u2019s perfect.\u201d<\/p>\n
A woman in her seventies approached with perfectly styled white hair.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo this is the famous Emma,\u201d she said in a refined accent. \u201cI\u2019m Christopher\u2019s grandmother, Helen. Tell me everything about you, dear.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma spent the next hour being introduced to what felt like a thousand different people. Everyone asked questions and Emma answered with her usual honesty, making several people laugh with her stories.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then I locked my sister in the closet thinking she would disappear.\u201d Emma told a circle of aunts. \u201cIt didn\u2019t work, obviously, but for five minutes, I really thought I had magic powers.\u201d<\/p>\n
The aunts laughed so hard they had to hold their glasses.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s hilarious,\u201d one of them told Christopher. \u201cWhere were you hiding her all this time?\u201d<\/p>\n
At 11 p.m., everyone gathered in the yard to wait for midnight. Christopher and Emma were near the pool, a little away from the crowd.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you having fun?\u201d Christopher asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what? I am,\u201d Emma said. \u201cYour family is wild\u2014but the good kind. Like mine, only with more money and fewer cats.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma, I need to tell you something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, now you\u2019re scaring me. Is it serious?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher took a deep breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know we haven\u2019t known each other for long. Less than two weeks, actually. But I\u2019m sure of one thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf what?\u201d Emma was nervous now.<\/p>\n
\u201cI love you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma went silent, staring at him with wide eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to say it back,\u201d Christopher continued quickly. \u201cI just needed you to know. I love you, Emma. Your laugh, your no-filter way of talking, how you make everything feel lighter. I love you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma was still silent, and Christopher started to worry.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma, are you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI love you, too,\u201d she finally said, her voice trembling. \u201cI\u2019ve been in love with you since that night at the restaurant. I just didn\u2019t want to admit it because it felt so fast. But it\u2019s true. I love you, Christopher Blackwell.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher smiled, pulled her close, and kissed her. It was a gentle, sweet kiss, full of promises.<\/p>\n
When they pulled away, they heard the countdown beginning.<\/p>\n
\u201cTen, nine, eight\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHappy New Year,\u201d Christopher whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cHappy New Year,\u201d Emma replied, smiling.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree, two, one\u2026 Happy New Year!\u201d<\/p>\n
Fireworks exploded in the sky, coloring everything in gold and silver. In the garden of a mansion in Miami, surrounded by a loud and loving American family, Christopher and Emma started the new year in each other\u2019s arms.<\/p>\n
It was the perfect beginning to something both of them felt could last.<\/p>\n
The next morning, Emma woke up with the sun coming through the window and the sound of waves on the beach. For a second, she forgot where she was. Then everything came back\u2014the trip, the party, the declaration of love.<\/p>\n
Christopher loved her. And she loved him.<\/p>\n
Emma smiled to herself, hugging the pillow.<\/p>\n
Her phone buzzed with messages from Carol and Lily.<\/p>\n
Tell us everything. How was the party? Is his family nice? Are you already engaged?<\/p>\n
Emma laughed and answered quickly, telling them about the night but leaving out the love confession for now. She wanted to keep that just for herself a little longer.<\/p>\n
She went downstairs for breakfast and found the whole family gathered on the porch overlooking the ocean. Patricia was serving pancakes. Daniel was reading the paper. Sophie was on her phone. And Christopher was talking to his father, a man in his mid-sixties with gray hair.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood morning,\u201d Emma said shyly.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma, good morning, dear.\u201d Patricia pulled her into a hug. \u201cDid you sleep well? Do you want pancakes, coffee, juice? We have everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything looks great.\u201d Emma sat beside Christopher, who held her hand discreetly under the table.<\/p>\n
Christopher\u2019s father, William, greeted her with a warm smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s a pleasure to finally meet you, Emma. Christopher spoke very highly of you yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did?\u201d Emma looked at Christopher, who turned red.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can be sure he wouldn\u2019t stop talking,\u201d Daniel teased. \u201cIt was \u2018Emma this, Emma that.\u2019 Very cute and very embarrassing at the same time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShut up, Daniel,\u201d Christopher muttered, making everyone laugh.<\/p>\n
After breakfast, Patricia announced, \u201cToday we\u2019re all going to the beach. It\u2019s our January 1st tradition.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t bring a swimsuit,\u201d Emma said, worried.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo problem. We\u2019re going shopping first.\u201d Patricia clapped her hands. \u201cI love shopping.\u201d<\/p>\n
An hour later, Emma was in a very expensive clothing store with Patricia and Sophie, completely lost.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis one.\u201d Sophie held up a pink bikini. \u201cIt\u2019ll look beautiful on you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSophie, this costs two hundred dollars,\u201d Emma said, shocked, looking at the tag. \u201cFor two pieces of fabric.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNonsense. Christopher can pay,\u201d Patricia said, picking up three more bikinis. \u201cTry all these.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t let him pay for this,\u201d Emma protested.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course you can. He has plenty of money and no girlfriend to spend it on\u2014until now,\u201d Patricia said, pushing her gently toward the fitting room. \u201cGo try them on.\u201d<\/p>\n
Half an hour and five bikinis later, Emma left the store with bags that cost more than her monthly salary. When Christopher saw them, he just smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid my mother go overboard?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cLike a lot,\u201d Emma whispered. \u201cBut she\u2019s so excited I couldn\u2019t say no.\u201d<\/p>\n
At the beach, the Blackwell family took over a large area with umbrellas, chairs, and even a table with drinks. Emma put on the pink bikini Sophie had chosen and came out of the changing room embarrassed.<\/p>\n
Christopher saw her and was speechless for a second.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop looking at me like that,\u201d Emma said, covering her face. \u201cI\u2019m embarrassed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look beautiful,\u201d he said sincerely.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour brother is looking. Your niece is looking. Your mother is taking pictures.\u201d Emma pointed at Patricia, who really was taking photos.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s for memories,\u201d Patricia shouted. \u201cYou two are adorable.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma and Christopher spent the whole afternoon at the beach. They swam, built sand castles with Sophie, and Emma even tried surfing\u2014but fell off the board seven times.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is harder than ice skating,\u201d Emma complained, soaked.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything you try includes falling,\u201d Christopher laughed, helping her out of the water.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it seemed like a good idea at the time,\u201d she muttered.<\/p>\n
At the end of the afternoon, Christopher and Emma walked along the beach alone, holding hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you for bringing me here,\u201d Emma said. \u201cYour family is amazing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey loved you. My mom is already planning the wedding,\u201d Christopher admitted.<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d Emma stopped walking.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me last night that you\u2019re perfect and that if I don\u2019t propose, she\u2019ll do it for me.\u201d Christopher laughed. \u201cMy mom is a little intense.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma stayed quiet for a moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you? Have you thought about marriage?\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher looked at her seriously.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. I know it\u2019s early, but yes, I have.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMe too,\u201d Emma admitted, blushing. \u201cI mean, we\u2019ve known each other for two weeks, and I\u2019m already imagining what it would be like to marry you. That\u2019s wild, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is,\u201d Christopher agreed. \u201cBut it\u2019s the best kind of wild I\u2019ve ever lived.\u201d<\/p>\n
They kept walking in comfortable silence, just enjoying the moment.<\/p>\n
The next day, it was time to head back to Chicago. Patricia cried at the airport.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have to come back. Promise you\u2019ll come back,\u201d she said, hugging Emma tightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI promise,\u201d Emma said, emotional too.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Christopher, you take care of her. You hear me?\u201d Patricia pointed at her son.<\/p>\n
\u201cI will, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
On the flight back, Emma was much calmer than she had been on the way there. She and Christopher sat side by side, and she spent most of the flight sleeping on his shoulder.<\/p>\n
When they landed in Chicago, it was already nighttime. The cold hit them as soon as they stepped outside the airport.<\/p>\n
\u201cWelcome back to freezing reality,\u201d Christopher said as they walked to the car.<\/p>\n
\u201cI missed this cold,\u201d Emma lied, shivering.<\/p>\n
Christopher drove her home, and when they stopped in front of her house, neither of them wanted to say goodbye.<\/p>\n
\u201cWill I see you tomorrow?\u201d Christopher asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cSure. I go back to work tomorrow night,\u201d Emma hesitated. \u201cChristopher?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThese last few days were the best of my life. Thank you for everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you for accepting my crazy invitation, for meeting my family, for simply being you,\u201d Christopher said.<\/p>\n
Emma leaned in and kissed him softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI love you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI love you, too.\u201d<\/p>\n
She got out of the car and went inside, where she was immediately surrounded by Carol and Lily, wanting every detail.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe house was amazing. His family is great. He told me he loves me, and I told him I love him too,\u201d Emma said everything at once, excited.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew it,\u201d Carol shouted. \u201cI told you he was the right guy. Are you going to marry him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLily, we\u2019ve known each other for two weeks,\u201d Emma said, laughing.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what? When you know, you know,\u201d Carol insisted.<\/p>\n
Emma laughed, picking up Mr. Whiskers.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe you\u2019re right. Maybe when you know, you really do know.\u201d<\/p>\n
At that moment, hugging her cat in the living room of the small house she shared with her mother and sister, Emma was absolutely sure Christopher Blackwell was the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with.<\/p>\n
Now she just had to wait and see when he would realize the same thing.<\/p>\n
PART 6<\/p>\n
Six months later, Emma was finishing her shift at Bellanade when Christopher walked into the restaurant. She smiled automatically, the way she always did when she saw him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re early,\u201d Emma said while cleaning a table. \u201cI still have half an hour.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. I just wanted to see you working,\u201d Christopher said, sitting at one of the tables. \u201cYou look beautiful, even running around everywhere.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop it.\u201d Emma threw a dish towel at him. \u201cYou can\u2019t say sweet things while I\u2019m working.\u201d<\/p>\n
Over the last six months, Emma\u2019s life had changed completely. She and Christopher were officially together, and each day was better than the last. They had dinner together at least four times a week, spent every weekend together, and Emma had even left a toothbrush at his apartment.<\/p>\n
Carol adored Christopher and always invited him for dinner. Lily considered him the best brother-in-law in the world, even though they weren\u2019t married yet. And Mr. Whiskers had finally accepted Christopher, which for Emma was the greatest approval of all.<\/p>\n
\u201cDone. I\u2019m finished.\u201d Emma removed her apron. \u201cWe can go.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cActually\u2026\u201d Christopher stood up. \u201cI have a surprise for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of surprise?\u201d Emma narrowed her eyes suspiciously. \u201cThe last time you said that, you took me to that pottery class where I broke three vases.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not my fault you\u2019re a walking disaster,\u201d Christopher laughed. \u201cBut this surprise is different. Do you trust me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlways.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher drove her, but didn\u2019t say where they were going. When they stopped, Emma recognized the place immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe restaurant,\u201d she said. \u201cThis is where we met. Why did we come back here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll see.\u201d<\/p>\n
They walked inside, and Emma noticed the restaurant was empty except for one table in the center, decorated with candles and flowers.<\/p>\n
\u201cChristopher, what did you do?\u201d Emma asked, confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cI rented the restaurant for an hour,\u201d Christopher said, guiding her to the table. \u201cSix months ago, I came here thinking my love life was a disaster. I had just been stood up for the seventh time and was ready to give up on dating forever.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember,\u201d Emma said softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then a waitress with Christmas bell earrings showed up and changed everything,\u201d Christopher said, taking her hands. \u201cYou made me laugh when all I wanted was to feel sorry for myself. You invited me to spend Christmas with your family when I was going to be alone. You taught me that success means nothing if you don\u2019t have someone to share it with.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChristopher\u2026\u201d Emma was starting to realize what was happening. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might explode.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma, these last six months have been the best of my life. Every morning I wake up happy because I know I\u2019ll see you. Every night I go to sleep smiling because I spent the day with you. You\u2019re funny, kind, genuine, and you make me want to be a better person.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher let go of her hands and got down on one knee.<\/p>\n
Emma covered her mouth with both hands, tears already running down her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma, I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone, and I don\u2019t want to spend another day without knowing we\u2019ll share our lives from now on.\u201d<\/p>\n
He took a small box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a beautiful ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cWill you marry me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes!\u201d Emma shouted before he even finished the sentence. \u201cYes, yes, a thousand times yes!\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher slid the ring onto her finger and stood up, pulling her into a tight hug. Emma was crying and laughing at the same time.<\/p>\n
\u201cI love you so much,\u201d she said between happy sobs. \u201cSo much it\u2019s ridiculous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI love you, too,\u201d Christopher said, kissing her\u2014a kiss full of promises of a future, of happiness, of forever.<\/p>\n
When they pulled apart, Emma looked at the ring on her finger, still in shock.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m getting married. I\u2019m getting married to you,\u201d she said, jumping excitedly. \u201cOh my gosh, we have to tell everyone. My mom is going to freak out. Your mom is going to freak out. Everyone is going to freak out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christopher laughed at her excitement.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can call them right now if you want.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I?\u201d Emma was already grabbing her phone.<\/p>\n
She called Carol on video.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, sweetheart. How was work?\u201d Carol appeared on the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, he asked,\u201d Emma said, holding up her hand with the ring. \u201cWe\u2019re getting married.\u201d<\/p>\n
The scream Carol let out was so loud that Christopher heard it even without being near the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew it. I always knew it,\u201d Carol said, crying and laughing. \u201cLily, Lily, come here. Your sister is getting married!\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily appeared on the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cSeriously? I won the bet. I said it would happen before summer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou bet on my wedding?\u201d Emma was laughing so hard she almost dropped the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course. I made the bet with Sophie,\u201d Lily said. \u201cNow she owes me fifty dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n
After they hung up, Emma called Patricia, who had an even more dramatic reaction, crying and saying she was already going to start planning the wedding.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I created a monster,\u201d Christopher murmured when Emma finally put her phone away.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did, but it\u2019s your monster now,\u201d Emma said, hugging him. \u201cFor the rest of your life.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor the rest of my life,\u201d Christopher repeated\u2014and he had never been happier to say those words.<\/p>\n
Six months later, on a sunny summer afternoon in the U.S., Emma walked down an aisle lined with flowers, wearing a simple but beautiful white dress. Carol cried in the front row. Lily was the maid of honor. Patricia sat beside them, already holding a handful of tissues. Sophie grinned from ear to ear.<\/p>\n
Mr. Whiskers had been officially declared the ceremony\u2019s cat of honor.<\/p>\n
When Emma reached the altar and saw Christopher waiting for her with that smile she had come to love, she knew everything had been worth it. Every disastrous date he had been on, every exhausting shift she had worked\u2014everything had led to this moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi,\u201d she whispered as she reached him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi,\u201d Christopher replied, taking her hands.<\/p>\n
There, surrounded by family and friends on American soil, they promised each other a lifetime of love and partnership\u2014the waitress with Christmas bell earrings and the workaholic CEO who had been stood up on Christmas Eve. Two complete opposites who fit together perfectly.<\/p>\n
And they truly began their happily ever after.<\/p>\n
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