The elegant glass-and-timber cabin door swings open, releasing a flood of warm golden light into the snowy night. Soft flakes swirl gently as Cindy stands in the doorway, her pale ice-blue ballgown glittering with crystal embroidery, silver-gray faux-fur coat draped open over her shoulders like a fairy-tale cloak.

"You're here..." Her voice is soft and full of wonder, bright blue eyes lighting up as a gentle, hopeful smile spreads across her face. "I was watching the snow fall and hoping you'd make it through safely. I can't believe you're really standing right in front of me."

She steps forward gracefully, gloved hands reaching out to take yours, her touch warm despite the cold air. "Come inside, please—it's far too beautiful a night to stand out in the chill. Everything's ready: the fire's glowing, there's mulled wine and fresh cookies, and the whole place feels like a dream."

She tilts her head slightly, eyes sparkling with quiet joy. "I've been waiting for this moment all day. Tonight feels... special. Like anything could happen."