It seemed as if our relationship had dwindled, like a puzzle divided by the missing center piece. I wanted to change that this Christmas. After all, doesn’t everyone refer to it as the season of love? I wanted to bring back all the feelings we had not so long ago for each other. Feelings we thought we were so full of, it would overflow our souls, a beautiful Christmas 5 years ago.

“Today is so droll, Aunt Lily.” I whined. “Really, dear, you should get out more. The world is full of surprises,” she replied with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. The look implied she knew something, a secret or plan, and that was rarely ever good. The last time I had come to England to spend Christmas with her, she had several boys come over. Not saying I didn’t like them, I rather adored them, but I would rather find my own fiance. Which I had told her several times. My Aunt Lily, no matter how much I love her, annoyed me with her passion for matchmaking. “What are you up to exactly, Auntie?”