A roar of applause breaks out behind us, and we turn to find bodies spilling out of the doorway. Watching from a distance is everyone we know and love, Noel included. Nick nods over to me before giving us both a thumbs-up, and it feels official in every capacity. Missy and I are happening—we’re getting married.
“Kiss her!” someone shouts, and I stand up and do just that.
Missy and I kiss right there under the moonlight, in front of friends and family, and even Noel who scampers her way out and nips at the two of us. The crowd behind us breaks out into laughter, and another round of applause ensues.
As messy as it all may have been—we’ve somehow managed to find our Christmas miracle and tie a nice neat bow on it in the end.
Mistletoe Winters is mine, and I am hers.
It is a merry Christmas indeed.
And it will be a merry and bright happily ever after—I’ll make sure of it myself. Together, Missy and I have all the right ingredients.
