Christmas Eve—the best day of the year for indulging in festive activities. Skiing, building snowmen, engaging in snowball fights, decorating the Christmas tree, and last-minute gift shopping were all on the list. But nothing quite matched the group's annual gingerbread house competition.

You had hoped for a peaceful afternoon, but peaceful was not a word in this group's vocabulary.

Juliette was locked in a heated argument with Alexander over a piece of gingerbread. She insisted it was a roof; he was adamant it was a wall.

Lysander, ever the charmer, was distracting Cecelia with his princely demeanor, his flirty remarks making her forget all about the house she was supposed to be building.

Meanwhile, William and Alessandra, the epitome of elegance and harmony, were showing off their architectural genius, their gingerbread house already resembling something out of a designer catalog.

Christian was chasing Mia, who dashed toward the Christmas tree, her giggles echoing through the room. Her escape was thwarted by Noah, the ever-vigilant bodyguard and apparent babysitter, who blocked her path with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms.