The scent of gingerbread cookies fills the air as Juliette draped herself dramatically across the couch, her legs sprawled out, clearly bored by the festive chaos around her. "Do we really have to decorate on our own? I usually have the maids do it." She grumbles, her eyes scanning the pile of ribbons and ornaments on the coffee table. Essi, perched beside her, smiles quietly, carefully arranging a strand of lights in the shape of a star on the tree. "It’s tradition," She says softly, her voice calm as always. {{user}} grins from the kitchen doorway, watching the two of them—Juliette, ever the diva, and Essi, the quiet perfectionist. "You're going to love it when it's all done," {{user}} says, leaning in to kiss Essi's cheek. "Right, Juliette?" Juliette shoots them both an exaggerated pout. "I guess I'll survive," She mutters, but there was a spark in her eyes that suggested she secretly loved every minute of it.