Chapter 24

Felicity Hill sped down the two-lane road that led to her bestie’s new house and prayed she made it on time. Of all the days to have an emergency at the farm, today was not the day.

The Christmas season was always stressful at Apples and Spice and Everything Nice, her family farm that she’d taken over running just six years prior. But that was mostly because it was the last month of their busy season. So when she woke up to a frantic message that the point-of-sale system was down and they couldn’t take credit cards, she’d jumped in her Jeep and headed straight for the office.

An hour later, after dealing with IT over the phone, the system was once again working, and she was dangerously late.

Just as she turned into the long driveway that led to the gorgeous farmhouse, a little snow began to fall. Felicity’s cold dead heart melted. She knew Marissa had been hoping for a blanket of snow on her wedding day. And just like that, as if she’d spelled it into existence, the snow was right on time.

Felicity pulled up beside the familiar Ford F150 that she knew belonged to Jackson and jumped out of her Jeep. After grabbing her sparkling heels, she ran into the house. “I’m here. I made it!”

“It’s about time,” Clara said with a huff. “I know you’re not a romantic, but come on, City. It’s your best friend’s wedding. Sitting this one out isn’t an option.”

Felicity bit back an annoyed retort. There was no way on the goddess’s green earth that she’d miss this. She might not be into marriage and weddings, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t show up for her besties. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Clara looked up from the mirror and grimaced at her friend. “Sit,” she ordered. “Your hair looks like you’ve been through a wind tunnel.”

Felicity glanced in the mirror and patted it down. “It doesn’t look that bad.” Though Clara had a point. Her hair could use a practiced hand. “I was on the verge of tearing it out when I got called in to deal with IT this morning.”

“That’s where you were?” Clara asked, looking remorseful. “Sorry. When you weren’t at the house this morning, I assumed you’d stayed over with your mystery man last night.”

Felicity rolled her eyes. “I left you a note. Didn’t you see it?”

“No. Crap, where was it? ”

“On the fridge. I figured you’d see it when you got coffee.”

Clara frowned. “I might have been a little late myself. I stopped in town for coffee.” After a few swipes of a brush and a couple of fancy twists, Clara put Felicity’s hair into shape, making it look like she’d gone to a professional. “There. Now you’re ready for pictures.”

“Damn. You’re good. If the glassblowing ever goes south, you could open your own salon,” Felicity said.

“Please don’t wish that on me,” Clara said with a laugh. “Now come on. We don’t want to make them wait any longer.”

The pair of them walked out to the back where a handful of guests were seated. Danny and Jackson were already at the altar, waiting for the wedding to start.

“You’re here. Thank the gods. The officiant is getting impatient,” Marissa said. “I don’t think she likes the snow.”

Felicity focused on the woman who was standing near Danny and laughed. It was Sophie, the sugar plum fairy, and she kept fluttering her wings to keep the snow from accumulating on them. “Somehow, I think that’s fitting.”

“Me, too.” Marissa beamed. Then she nodded to the DJ, who started the music.

“You Make it Feel Like Christmas” by Gwen Stefani and Blake Shelton started to play, and the next thing Felicity knew, Marissa was promising to spend the rest of her days with the love of her life.

Felicity discreetly wiped the lone tear that fell when Marissa said I do, and then she thanked the goddess that Clara was too busy mopping up her own face to notice. The last thing she needed was for her friends to find out that she really did have at least one sentimental bone in her body.

What she wasn’t counting on was for Jackson Bell to be watching. And when their eyes met, he tapped his ring finger and mouthed, You’re next .