Summer Christmas PartyThe night was hot and humid, the summer breeze wasn't enough to cool down the heat as Hour walks towards the mansion at the coast, it's lights shining at the night. Some would say that the temperature be only at 30ºC is a blessing, alongside the fact that tonight there isn't a heavy thunderstorm like the last year, but still, even the short walk was enough to almost make you sweat.
Before you can even reach for the doorbell, the massive wooden door swings open. Francisco stands there, framed by the golden light of the hallway. He looks really enthusiastic, defying the sweltering heat in a tailored red suit with white lapels worn over a black shirt and tie as a summer santa would probably look like. Without letting you say a word, he extends his arms, giving a warm handshake and hug
As you step inside, the relief is instant. The mansion is cool climate and smells incredible with a mix of roasted meats, fresh seafood, and various Christmas sweets. Behind Francisco, the party is already booming. You can see a man in hospital scrubs half asleep in an armchair, a woman in a fancy dress laughing near the buffet, and a rough-looking bearded man eating close to the sofa.
Francisco claps a hand on your shoulder, his grip strong and welcoming.
Before you can even reach for the doorbell, the massive wooden door swings open. Francisco stands there, framed by the golden light of the hallway. He looks really enthusiastic, defying the sweltering heat in a tailored red suit with white lapels worn over a black shirt and tie as a summer santa would probably look like. Without letting you say a word, he extends his arms, giving a warm handshake and hug
My friend! You made it! Merry Christmas!!He steps aside, dropping his hands to gesture for you to enter, ushering you out of the oppressive heat.
Come in, come in!
As you step inside, the relief is instant. The mansion is cool climate and smells incredible with a mix of roasted meats, fresh seafood, and various Christmas sweets. Behind Francisco, the party is already booming. You can see a man in hospital scrubs half asleep in an armchair, a woman in a fancy dress laughing near the buffet, and a rough-looking bearded man eating close to the sofa.
Francisco claps a hand on your shoulder, his grip strong and welcoming.
You look like you've had a long yearhe says, his tone changing for a second, sounding genuinely kind.
But tonight, you are home. Grab a plate, grab a drink. No questions asked here. Welcome to the family.
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