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Chapter 33: Closure
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Frosted with Love Chapter 34: Still Here
Sebastian's POVI can’t stop staring at her as she walks away.We were at her mother’s grave when I told her everything. I thought it made sense—the right place, the right time. I explained how it all happened, why I kept it from her for so long. But she left me standing there. Her words hit me like a slap: I don’t know if I can forgive you.I wanted to give her space. I really tried. But I couldn’t. The thought of her out there, hurting, alone? Yeah, no. That wasn’t happening. So, like the idiot I am, I followed her.She didn’t notice. She had too much on her mind, and honestly, I don’t blame her. She went straight to a bar. A freaking bar.I parked a few blocks away, debating whether I should leave or… I don’t know, go in and drag her out. But I stayed put. I mean, I get it. I knew she needed space, time to think, to process everything. And I wanted to respect that. She needed to clear her head. But the thought of her in there, surrounded by strangers, maybe drowning in everything I
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Selina's POV“I know you’re still angry at me. But please, don’t do anything you’ll regret just because you’re angry. And… I miss you.”Miss me? He’s the reason I’m in this mess. He’s the reason my mother’s gone. And he misses me? What am I supposed to do with that?I want to delete the text, but I stop myself. Instead, I shove the phone back into my pocket and keep walking.The bakery feels empty when I get there. I don’t bother turning on the lights. The sunlight streaming through the windows is enough. I sit behind the counter, staring at the same spot on the floor where my mom used to stand, kneading dough with her usual determined expression.I’m not sure how long I sit there, when Celine suddenly arrived.“You look like hell,” she says, her heels clicking against the tile as she walks in. She heads to the counter and grabs two cups. “I’ll make us some coffee,” she says casually, already getting the machine going. “You need it.”I take the cup, wrapping my hands around it. She si
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“Thanks for walking me home,” I mumble, feeling weirdly awkward.He glances at me, probably surprised that I’ve said anything at all. “No problem. I wasn’t going to leave you out here in the rain.”I don’t say anything to that. Of course, he wasn’t. It’s just who he is, right? The knight in shining armor who always swoops in to save the day. But sometimes I wonder if it’s all some act for him, something he does to make himself feel better. Like helping me is more about proving something to himself than actually caring.The rain’s coming down harder as we get to my house. I can feel him about to say something, but I don’t wait for it. I just turn and start heading to the door, my hands slippery from the rain as I dig through my bag for my keys. The cold rain’s soaking me, but at least it makes it easier to ignore how tense things are between us. Behind me, I hear him follow.“Selina, wait.” I turn around. He’s standing a few steps away. “Let me at least walk you to the door.”I sigh, t
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-11Frosted with Love Chapter 1: A Floury Mess
Selina's POVThe morning air of Snowfall Valley bites at my skin, but I don't have time to notice the chill. I hurry to my car parked beside the bakery, trying not to slip on the icy sidewalk. Snow is falling heavily, blanketing the town in white. It should look magical, like something out of a holiday postcard. But for me, it doesn’t feel that way. Not this year.Snowfall Valley was a postcard-perfect town tucked into a valley that seemed to hold its breath every winter. The streets are lined with charming shops, their windows glowing warmly with twinkling lights and festive displays. But as I stand beside my car, one hand resting on the door, a wave of isolation settles over me, like the cold is seeping into my bones, reminding me how alone I really am.The holiday magic should feel like home, like it used to. But now, it’s just a reminder of the life I’ve lost, the joy I can’t seem to find again. Every snowflake that falls feels like another piece of my world drifting further away.
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I watch as Sebastian heads out of the bakery, his figure disappearing through the door. "Thanks again, Selina," he says, giving me a nod. "I really appreciate the shower offer. I’ll be on my way now, but I’ll see you soon."I’d offered him a chance to take a shower after he spilled flour all over me, a gesture I now realize was a bit forward, but he’d accepted without hesitation. Maybe it was because I didn’t really mind the company, even if he was a bit rough around the edges at first.And, I won’t lie, there was something about him. Something magnetic. The way his dark hair fell just slightly over his forehead, his sharp jawline, and those striking eyes. I shake my head. There’s no way I’m getting caught up in this right now. Especially with everything going on.But, God, he’s attractive. I can’t deny that. I try to push the thought aside as I straighten up, wiping flour from the counter, but I can’t seem to shake the image of his smile. Confident, yet almost soft. And when he said
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Sebastian's POVThe cold hits me as soon as I step out of the cabin. The kind of cold that makes you take a deep breath and just feel alive. Snowfall Valley still feels like it’s holding its breath, frozen in a moment of calm before everything wakes up. The crunch of snow under my boots is the only sound I hear as I make my way to the car.I’m running late. The meeting for the Winter Wonderland project is in a few hours, and I haven’t even had coffee yet. Not just any coffee, but strong coffee. The kind that punches you awake and clears the fog in your brain.Driving through the town, I keep my eyes on the road, but my mind is already on the work ahead. Deadlines, design tweaks, schedules to meet. This project is everything, and failure is not an option. But for now, I need that coffee.I turn a corner and stop in my tracks. There it is.Everhart Bakery. I didn’t expect to see it open. Back when I started my career as an architect, I worked on that building. I was just a rookie back t
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Selina's POVMy phone buzzes on the nightstand, its glow cutting through the dim light. Groaning, I grab it. It’s a message from Celine:“Good morning, bestie! Time to sparkle! Meet me in town at Winter Wonderland by 9 to kick off the project. Don’t be late!”Her cheery words bring a small smile to my face. Typical Celine. Bright, bubbly, and impossible to say no to. With a sigh, I toss the covers off and force myself out of bed. Despite my initial reluctance, there’s a spark of excitement brewing. Maybe today won’t be so bad.After a quick breakfast and bundling up in layers against the cold, I head out. The bakery will run itself for the day, thanks to my capable staff. For now, it’s time to dive into the town’s Winter Wonderland project.When I reach the square, the festive energy is already palpable. Volunteers are busy setting up lights, arranging wreaths, and stringing garlands. The sight is almost enough to make me forget my usual Christmas blues.“Selina! Over here!” Celine’s
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The winter air bites at my skin as I sit by the window, the chill creeping through the cracked spaces in my old house like ice water. The snow falls in gentle, heavy flakes, blanketing the streets of Snowfall Valley in an endless, quiet white. The town is beautiful this time of year, the kind of beauty that makes you forget the world around you, or at least try to. But today, it feels like the weight of everything is pressing down on me. My exhaustion, the grief that still clings to me, the unfinished business with the Winter Wonderland project, the ache in my chest that refuses to let go.I haven’t had a proper rest in days. The project, the bakery, and everything in between have drained me in ways I didn’t think were possible. My body feels like it’s running on empty, and as I step into the cold, the exhaustion wraps around me like a thick, suffocating blanket. I can barely keep my eyes open, my head pounding with the kind of ache that feels like it’s cutting right through my skull.
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Frosted with Love Chapter 36: Coffee, Dinner, and Silence
“Thanks for walking me home,” I mumble, feeling weirdly awkward.He glances at me, probably surprised that I’ve said anything at all. “No problem. I wasn’t going to leave you out here in the rain.”I don’t say anything to that. Of course, he wasn’t. It’s just who he is, right? The knight in shining armor who always swoops in to save the day. But sometimes I wonder if it’s all some act for him, something he does to make himself feel better. Like helping me is more about proving something to himself than actually caring.The rain’s coming down harder as we get to my house. I can feel him about to say something, but I don’t wait for it. I just turn and start heading to the door, my hands slippery from the rain as I dig through my bag for my keys. The cold rain’s soaking me, but at least it makes it easier to ignore how tense things are between us. Behind me, I hear him follow.“Selina, wait.” I turn around. He’s standing a few steps away. “Let me at least walk you to the door.”I sigh, t
Frosted with Love Chapter 35: Soaked Feelings
Selina's POV“I know you’re still angry at me. But please, don’t do anything you’ll regret just because you’re angry. And… I miss you.”Miss me? He’s the reason I’m in this mess. He’s the reason my mother’s gone. And he misses me? What am I supposed to do with that?I want to delete the text, but I stop myself. Instead, I shove the phone back into my pocket and keep walking.The bakery feels empty when I get there. I don’t bother turning on the lights. The sunlight streaming through the windows is enough. I sit behind the counter, staring at the same spot on the floor where my mom used to stand, kneading dough with her usual determined expression.I’m not sure how long I sit there, when Celine suddenly arrived.“You look like hell,” she says, her heels clicking against the tile as she walks in. She heads to the counter and grabs two cups. “I’ll make us some coffee,” she says casually, already getting the machine going. “You need it.”I take the cup, wrapping my hands around it. She si
Frosted with Love Chapter 34: Still Here
Sebastian's POVI can’t stop staring at her as she walks away.We were at her mother’s grave when I told her everything. I thought it made sense—the right place, the right time. I explained how it all happened, why I kept it from her for so long. But she left me standing there. Her words hit me like a slap: I don’t know if I can forgive you.I wanted to give her space. I really tried. But I couldn’t. The thought of her out there, hurting, alone? Yeah, no. That wasn’t happening. So, like the idiot I am, I followed her.She didn’t notice. She had too much on her mind, and honestly, I don’t blame her. She went straight to a bar. A freaking bar.I parked a few blocks away, debating whether I should leave or… I don’t know, go in and drag her out. But I stayed put. I mean, I get it. I knew she needed space, time to think, to process everything. And I wanted to respect that. She needed to clear her head. But the thought of her in there, surrounded by strangers, maybe drowning in everything I
Frosted with Love Chapter 33: Closure
The lake is just as I remember it—calm and quiet. This was our spot back then, where we’d come to talk about everything or nothing at all. It’s been a long time since I’ve been here. Funny how it still feels the same, even when everything else has changed.I see Victor before he sees me. He’s sitting on the bench, leaning forward with his hands clasped. For a moment, I almost feel sorry for him. Then I remember, he left me.“Selina,” he says, standing up as I approach.“Victor.” I stop few feet away, crossing my arms. “You’re early.”He shrugs. “Didn’t want to keep you waiting.” He motion toward the bench. “Can we sit?”I nod. He sits at the other end, leaving a careful gap between us.“So,” I finally say, breaking the silence. “Enlighten me.”He sighs. “I was… overwhelmed, Selina. Your mom had just passed, and you were going through so much. I didn’t know how to help you. And then, watching you pour everything into the bakery… seeing how strong you were…”I cut him off. “Strong? I wa
Frosted with Love Chapter 32: Waiting for Answers
Selina's POVMy body feels heavy and my head aches. My mouth tastes like I’ve been licking old coins. I blink a few times, trying to clear my head.I squint around the room, then my eyes land on the bedside table. There’s a note folded up neatly. It’s Victor’s handwriting. I don’t remember when he left it there, but it’s the last thing I expected to see today. I grab it, already feeling a little bit of panic setting in.I stare at the note for a minute. That’s it? No big explanation, no apology with some sort of feeling behind it, just… this? I mean, I knew things were off, but I wasn’t expecting this. Not like this.What happened last night? How did I end up back in my bed? Did Victor put me here? I can’t remember. My brain is a complete mess, and now I’m left with this stupid note. I left food in the fridge. Great. He thinks I’m just going to heat up some food and pretend everything’s fine?I drop the note back on the table and grab my phone. There’s a text from Sebastian.Good morn
Frosted with Love Chapter 31: Endless Regrets
Victor's POVI help Selina into the car. I keep my arm around her waist, guiding her carefully to the passenger seat. She doesn’t say a word, not since I pulled her out of the bar. It’s like holding a fragile piece of glass, afraid I’ll shatter her if I do anything wrong. She’s too drunk. I need to get her home. I need her to be safe.I slam the car door and get in. She stares out the window, her face pale, eyes glossed over. I can’t stand the silence.“You okay?” I ask.Nothing. Not a word. Her shoulders tense slightly, and I know she heard me, but she doesn’t respond.I grip the steering wheel harder. The words I’ve been holding in since I first came back, since I started this mess, are sitting like stones in my chest. But they’re not for now. Not while she’s like this.“Selina,” I try again, glancing at her. “I’m taking you home. Then I’m going to get you something to eat, alright? You need it.”Still no response. She doesn’t look at me. I don’t think she even hears me.I drive in s
Frosted with Love Chapter 30: Bitter Sip
“A whiskey,” I rasp.The bartender doesn’t ask questions, just nods and pours the drink, as if he knows exactly what I need. I grip the glass tightly when he slides it over to me, my fingers trembling as I take the first sip.I can’t stop thinking about what Sebastian said. I squeeze my eyes shut and take another drink, desperate to wash away the flood of emotions crashing against me. But it doesn’t help. Nothing helps.I find myself leaning against the counter, watching the amber liquid swirl in my glass. How did I end up here? A bar, of all places. My mind is numb, and yet it’s still racing, chasing the aftermath of Sebastian’s truth like a wave I can’t outrun.The bartender notices my silence but doesn’t push. Instead, he sets down a napkin in front of me, giving me space, letting me drown in my thoughts. I’m grateful for that.I take another gulp, feeling the burn as it slides down my throat. This is the only place I can think of—just to escape, even if it’s just for tonight.I st
Frosted with Love Chapter 29: Painful Truths
I stand in the quiet cemetery, waiting for Sebastian. I hear footsteps crunching on the snow, and then I see him. He’s here.I stand up from my mother’s grave, my legs unsteady. I want to say something, but the words seem to fail me. He stops a few feet away from me.“Selina…” he says. He’s nervous. I can see it now. He’s always been so controlled, so put-together. But now, he looks like he’s about to shatter.I glance at the grave, my mother’s resting place, then back at him. “This is my mom. You can talk to her, you know,” I say. “I’ve been doing it for a year. She always listens.”Sebastian blinks, clearly caught off guard. He swallows, then take a slow step forward. “You… want me to? Talk to her?”I nod. “Yeah. It’s what I do when everything’s too much. I don’t know why, but somehow, it helps.”He hesitates, looking down at my mother’s grave before looking at me. There’s something raw in his eyes, something vulnerable. I’ve never see him like this. I don’t know what he’s going to
Frosted with Love Chapter 28: In The Quiet of the Grave
Selina's POVI’m so tired. The kind of tired where your body feels like it’s on autopilot, moving and working, but your mind still racing a thousand miles ahead. I’ve been fixing decorations at the Winter Wonderland project all day yesterday, pulling lights that just won’t hang right, tying bows that keep coming undone. Everything feels like it’s falling apart in my hands, and I’m too exhausted to care.I should be happy. I’m doing something for the town. The project should be exciting. It should remind me of how I once loved Christmas, how I used to look forward to everything that came with it. But instead, I feel… lost.A deep sigh escapes my lips as I look at the work ahead of me. I need a break. I need to breathe. The more I try to hold it all together, the further I slip.I walk past the trees that line the cemetery. The air smells like pine and snow, a little cold, a little refreshing. It’s peaceful here. Too peaceful, almost. But it’s the kind of quiet I need right now. The kin
