Kayla
The cold air nipped at my cheeks, flushing them a delicate pink as we walked up to the cabin. Thankfully, the tray of food in my hands warmed my cold skin, and I couldn’t help but smile as Nicholas knocked on the door to Grace’s cabin.
Grace opened the door in an instant, her face lighting up when she saw us standing there. She ushered us in, gasping at the fine array of food and the bundle of gifts we’d brought—some more yarn, a few books, and a pair of striped socks that I’d insisted on picking up for her even though Nicholas said she had plenty.
“I missed you guys so much,” Grace said, pulling me in for a hug. “How was the wedding? Goddess, I wish I could have gone.”
Nicholas and I glanced at each other, and the smile on his face made my chest warm. Reaching into m
