Turning, she beamed at him. There was glitter over her face and hands and some tinsel hanging out of her hair. He’d never seen her look happier. “Well?” she asked. “What do you think?” “Gorgeous.” “Do you think so? I thought I might have overdone the tinsel.” Tinsel? Oh, the tree. Well, the tree was kind of a mess. It looked like it had been decorated by a toddler having a tinsel-induced temper tantrum.
