#codevent002

“Okay, call me later,” Xyla said finally before hanging up the phone tucking it back into her coat pocket, disappointed despite her wildest beliefs.

No matter where Jamie tried to turn, she always found herself back in the same dead end. Why she decided on trying to go through the tree maze by herself? She would never know. “C’mon,” she growled under her breath. Her hazel eyes moving to the ground as she tried to see if there was some string to lead her out of the maze... that was until she ended up seeing shoes. Slowly bringing her gaze up, when her eyes met the others, she was glad that it was someone that she knew. “This is a little embarrassing, but... I’ve been lost for about twenty minutes. I keep ending up here... please don’t laugh.” @grahamhodson​

You would think that Harlow would be tired of baking with having to do it for a living. Instead... here she stood near the gingerbread house station. It wasn’t like she had to bake anything, it was more decorating and it seemed like a cute idea. Seeing a few people teaming up, or couples doing it, that’s what made her step back a bit. She didn’t want to seem like that person who didn’t have anyone to help her or make it a fun moment ( even though she was. ) Turning her head, looking around, Harlow spotted a blonde she had recently seen. Taking a few steps towards the woman, she put on her best smile as she approached her. “Hi. Georgia, right?” Her smile grew. “Would you like to build a gingerbread house with me? There seems to be a lot of couples over there and I don’t want to be that lame person doing it by herself. Even though it would be better looking than what they could make, but still...” @grgiapch​

Isabella smiled as she walked around the Winter Wonderland festival that the beloved Schmitt’s Family Farm was hosting. The lawyer always loved Christmas. Like many others, it was her favorite time of the year. With a cup of hot chocolate in her hands, she took a sip of it as she watched people ice skate. The kids were falling but laughing which made her smile fade a little...not because of the kids falling, but because she didn’t have a child to do all of these fun activities with. When her mind was just about to drift to thinking about Walker and how much she missed him, her eyes fell on a handsome man who was watching people ice skate as well. “Are you thinking about getting on the ice?” She asked with a friendly smile. @owenmason​

The golden lights of the ballroom which made her dress shimmer, expensive bubbly on ice and a veil of mystery. “Let’s get out of here,” yet, the blonde caught herself leaning in to whisper to the person beside her. A friend or a foe, it didn’t matter. Cecelia and her team had done a wonderful job, truly, but Lara needed a break. If the blonde had to engage in one more meaningless conversation about the weather or be met with another faux smile, she’d scream. “I need some fresh air,” she took a deep breath, feeling the tightness of her gown constricting her.  “And there’s something you need to see.”

“I’d have more fun ingesting arsenic,” he spat quietly, finishing off his fifth flute or so of champagne. Party wasn’t that bad, but it wasn’t his type of fun either. Glancing at his company, he scoffed. He’d try to make the most of his night before the auction. That’s all he was here for, anyway. “Wanna dance?”

“Care to join me for a drink? I keep running into some friends asking me to dance and I am trying to keep myself from embarrassing myself for the night. I never knew how to act in places like this” the male revealed with a shy grin before tilting his old fashioned in front of the nearest person a toasting manner, taking a small sip before taking a deep breath. “What about you? Do you have any words of advice? Are you having a good time? Bidding for something fun?”