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“Unless you have a mute button for your cousin’s whining, I doubt it,” Serena muttered.
Even little Leo, the agent of chaos, was quietly stacking his mashed potatoes into a serene, lumpy mountain, humming “Jingle Bells” in perfect, tuneful calm.
“Enough,” Lila finally snapped, her voice cutting through the wailing. “This is Christmas . Can we please just… be happy for one hour?” Mistress Of Hypnosis Holidazed
“Just for a moment, Mark,” Cora said. Her eyes locked onto his. There was a flicker of something ancient and patient in her gaze. Mark’s protest died on his lips. His jaw went slack.
Serena, instead of snapping, squeezed back. “Thanks, Mom. You know… the yams are really good this year, Chloe.” “Unless you have a mute button for your
Chloe saw it and gasped. “Mark?”
She kissed her aunt on the cheek and walked out into the snowy night, the Mistress of Hypnosis, already looking forward to the New Year’s Eve party. She’d heard Uncle Paul had a bit of a rage problem with the champagne cork. “This is Christmas
Lila tried to protest, but the word “ridiculous” turned into a yawn halfway through. Serena’s grip on her phone loosened, and the device slid onto the table with a soft thud. The toddler, Leo, stopped hiccupping. He stared at the swinging silver teardrop, his mouth forming a perfect little ‘O’.