Narciccia stepped off the bus into the snow. Her Black heeled boots crunched the snow. She grabbed her suitcase and pulled her jacket around her tighter. She looked down the street of the small town. She had no idea where she was going. "Lost city girl?" Someone spoke from behind her in a husky voice. She turned around and her jet straight platinum blond and black hair whipped around her face. "No I know exactly where I'm going," she said sharply. The man's hair was graying and messy, his breath reeked of aocahol, and the list in his eyes creeped her out. "You look lost sweetheart," he grinned. The creepy looking guy stepped closer to her and she stumbled back. "Back up Gray," someone grunted behind her. She turned around. "I swear if anyone touches me I'll-" she hissed but the new guy cut her off. "Calm down Princess," he rolled his eyes. "Gray was just leaving and I'm perfectly sober." The older man growled lowly. "You never let me have any fun," he grumbled and stumbled away. "He's a fine man really just drunk off his ass," the guy said. "I'm Jonathan." He stuck out his hand. Narciccia took it and smiled. "Ciccy. Thanks." "No problem Princess. So, you have somewhere to stay?" She shook her head. "I can find somewhere." "It's alright, I work at this inn down that way," he pointed down the road. "I'll drive you." She smiled. "Uh sure thanks." They sat in silence and Ciccy took in his appearance. He was fairly good looking with icy blue eyes and tan skin. His neat dark brown hair spread to a light stubble on his chin. The car stopped n front of a neat looking building on the corner of the road. "This is it," Jonathan sighed. He got out and opened the door for her. "Thanks," she smiled as he grabbed her suitcase from the trunk. He walked behind the desk inside and looked through a book. "We have a spare room down the hall," he said without looking up. "That would be amazing," she smiled. "How much?" "Uh how long are you staying?" "A week," she said simply. "Then fifty dollars." She paid and he showed her the room. "So uh," Ciccy muttered. "Where are you coming from?" Jonathan asked. "New York," she answered. "Do you want to get some coffee or hot chocolate? There's a cafe next door," he replied with a nod. "Sure!" She smiled. The walked over to the cafe and Ciccy stared at the packed building. "There's so many people," she breathed. "Luckily I know the owner," he muttered and pushed through the crowd to the counter. "Johnny Boy!" A woman grinned and hugged him. "Ciccy this is my Aunt Juniper," he introduced. "Hi," the woman smiled. She looked kinda like Jonathan but her dark black hair shined almost purple in the light. "The food is in the back for you," she said to Jonathan. He nodded and began to walk back to the kitchen. "So Ciccy," Juniper smiled, "what brings you here to our little town?" "I don't really know," Ciccy laughed. But she did. She had a cover story however she always did. "Heard about your little Christmas party and decided to check it out." "Interesting. Well I hope you enjoy your stay," she smiled. She turned around and picked a jar from a shelf. She handed the jar to Ciccy. "This is a jar, it's got some homemade cookies," she explained. "Oh you don't have to," Ciccy protested. "Ah it's fine," she said and handed her the jar. This time Ciccy took it. Jonathan came from the back and set a basket on the counter. "Well it's getting dark," Ciccy said. "Yes. Good night you two," Juniper smiled. "Bye Aunt Juniper," Jonathan waved. "Bye," she waved back.

This is kinda based off Christmas Inheritance it's a move on Netflix. But yea.