Chapter 8 Holly
HOLLY
You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy Christmas decorations.
And seriously, it’s the same thing.
—Holly’s Secret Thoughts
Rainey
How was your first weekend, Holls?
Hadley
Yeah, Holls. How’s it going with the hot grinch?
Ryleigh
Ohh . . . did you get his heart to grow three sizes yet?
Hadley
Just walk around in your underwear. I guarantee something will grow three sizes.
Holly
You’re killing me, Hades.
Hadley
I mean, I’d be willing to rock a devil costume for hot grinch.
Holly
Stop calling him that.
Ryleigh
You’re the one who said he hates Christmas.
Holly
He doesn’t hate it. He just needs help embracing his inevitable love of it. I’ll get him to see the error of his ways.
Rainey
I think I need a translator.
Holly
He gave me his credit card and told me Sophie and I could decorate.
Rainey
She’s a baby.
Holly
Yup. One with great taste.
Ryleigh
You should bring her to the vineyard to see Santa.
Hadley
Why? So he can grab her ass too?”
Rainey
That’s not funny.
Holly
I’d kill him myself if he touched her.
Ryleigh
He wouldn’t. He saves that for us.
Hadley
Aren’t we lucky?
Rainey
So did you order anything yet?
Holly
Does Santa like Christmas cookies? Of course I ordered things. Sophie and I should have the halls decked by the end of the week.