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The next morning Annabelle wakes up to the sound of music somewhere in the house. After washing up and heading downstairs she finds her friends in the kitchen, dancing around to someone's playlist while simultaneously making breakfast.
"Good morning" She says, going straight for the espresso machine. She happens to glance towards the window and sees that it's lightly snowing.
"Morning! Breakfast is almost done" Daniella says as she flips a couple of eggs, careful not to crack the yolks.
"Great" Annabelle says, her mouth watering as she looks at the spread.
Tatum is at the opposite counter slicing croissants while Ysee cuts up fresh fruit and Margaret sets the table.
Annabelle makes herself a vanilla iced latte, offering to make one for anyone who wants one but they decline, preferring hot drinks instead.
Soon the spread of make your own breakfast sandwiches are on the table, plates of eggs, turkey bacon, avocado, tomato, cheese, ham slices and lettuce. There is juices, coffee, and tea as well.
"I have to say I'm surprised you're all awake, I figured you'd all be sleeping off your hangovers" Annabelle says as she spreads some left over smashed avocado on her croissant.
"I didn't drink too much" Margaret says, before sipping her hot tea.
"I already took a couple of pain killers, and puked" Daniella groans.
The rest of the girls say they feel fine, eating their sandwiches until their plates are clean.
"Should we get ready to go pick out the christmas tree now?" Annabelle asks after the group cleaned up from breakfast.
"Yes yes yes!" Daniella says happily, clapping her hands together.
The girls get ready for the day, picking outfits and doing their hair. With winter coats and boots on, the girls toss on scarves and mittens before heading out.
"The roads aren't too bad" Margaret comments from the passenger seat.
"Yeah, lucky for us" Annabelle agrees.
The snow had laid a soft, sticky layer of snow across the ground, and was coming down in tiny flakes that gathered together. The wind lightly howled, pushing the snow around haphazardly.
