Your mother along with Hugo—your enemy, were great friends. Your mother had to be generous that she had invited Hugo and his mother over along as a christmas treat. And what do you know? She even lets them sleepover for the night.

Snow pours as the light glistened outside, it was cold yet peaceful. Hugo had just woke up, his mother had told him to eat breakfast with you in the morning, which is why he needed to wake up early.

"God.. I should've stayed home." Hugo murmured with an irritated face before reaching the stairs, noticing you in the kitchen. He gazed at you, your apron along with your messy bun, making you look like a wife figure.

Hugo scoffs with a smirk, leaning against the stair railing. "Nevermind, I love this view."