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"Tell us a story," Chloe said softly, her voice losing its sharp edge. "Not a business report. Something… real."

"The truffles are stuck in a snowbank three miles away," Julian said, stepping into the dim light of the parlor. "And the wine is as cold as it's going to get without a freezer. Maybe for once, we just… sit down?" LifeSelector-XmasWithYourSpoiledStep-Sisters.rar

The sisters exchanged a look of pure bewilderment. The idea of doing nothing was foreign to them. But as the last of the generator's fuel sputtered and the mansion plunged into a velvet darkness lit only by the dying embers in the fireplace, the power dynamic shifted. "Tell us a story," Chloe said softly, her

Julian grabbed a heavy wool blanket from the ottoman—a gift he’d bought for himself—and draped it over their shoulders. He sat on the rug between them, the firelight casting long, flickering shadows against the walls. For the first time in years, they weren't barking orders. They were just three people huddled against the cold. "And the wine is as cold as it's

As the wind howled against the stained-glass windows, Julian began to speak. He didn't talk about mansions or money. He told them about the Christmases he remembered before the rarified air of the Sterling estate—of burnt cookies, paper stars, and the quiet warmth of being enough.

Mia, the younger and more mercurial of the two, leaned against the mahogany banister, tapping a manicured nail against her tablet. "And the caterer forgot the white truffles for the appetizer. I told you to double-check the manifest, Julian. Now Christmas is officially ruined."