As good friends often do, Lisa and Lora decided to show their support and took Emma to a ski resort for Christmas to help her forget about her recent breakup. However, veering off the trail with Sam made her realize that this Christmas wouldn’t go as planned. Emma tightened her scarf, feeling the chill of the mountain air as she and her best friends stepped into the ski resort’s cozy lobby.
The warm interior was a stark contrast to the cold outside, buzzing with the lively hum of holiday cheer. Families laughed as children darted around, a massive Christmas tree in the center of the room twinkling with golden lights
The rich scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air, mingling with the faint sound of festive music. For most, this scene would have sparked joy, but for Emma, it only highlighted the dull ache in her chest.
It had been two months since her breakup with Sam, and no amount of holiday spirit could distract her from the memory of their last heated argument. Her friends, Lisa and Lara, had practically dragged her on this trip, insisting she needed a change of scenery. Emma knew they meant well, but moving on wasn’t as easy as they seemed to think.
Lisa, the planner of the group, turned to Emma with a bright smile. “Cheer up, Em! This weekend is all about having fun.
No thinking about the past, okay?”
“Yeah,” Lara chimed in, flipping her wavy hair over her shoulder. “And maybe we’ll meet some cute guys at the slopes tonight. Forget that loser!”
Emma tried to smile, but it felt forced.
Her chest tightened at the mention of Sam, as if his name alone could summon the pain she was trying to bury. Still, she nodded. “You’re right.
Fun weekend. No thinking about the past.”
As they checked in and headed toward their room, Lisa enthusiastically laid out their plans. “Okay, tomorrow we’re hitting the longest ski trail, then maybe we can try the ice rink in the afternoon.
Oh, and the Christmas party in the lounge later is supposed to be amazing.”
Lara grinned. “I heard there’s a live band! And a hot chocolate bar.
Can’t miss that.”
Emma trailed slightly behind, pulling her suitcase, trying to match their energy but finding it hard to shake her melancholy. The elevator ride to their room was filled with chatter, mostly Lisa and Lara bouncing ideas off each other while Emma stayed quiet, lost in her thoughts. Their room was small but charming, with rustic wooden furniture and a window overlooking the snowy courtyard.
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