❝ Hi, Santa said you wished for me. Good choice ! ❞
cue a dramatic gasp as soon as she hears veronica's utterings. a look of pure shock embedded onto her features, eyes wide open beneath manicured raised brows, glossed lips slightly agape. the shake of the head started faintly but it increased in intensity, golden locks caressing her countenance. ❛❛ no. no. just no. ❜❜ she muttered first under her breath, as she stopped shaking her head in denial, ❛❛ he was supposed to keep it a secret. you weren't supposed to know! ❜❜ exasperation dripping from her tone as hands move frantically in the air. a deep breath in and a deeper breath out. both hands now resting atop her lap, shoulders rolled backward to straighten her posture. ❛❛ that's so not cool of santa. he's now on my naughty list. ❜❜ her tone back to its melodic, honeyed range, in complete opposition to the little scene she previously put. ❛❛ you're not like, mad or something, that he brought you here without putting a bow in your head and forcing you to stay under the tree or whatever he does… right? or do you want that? we can always do a double take! ❜❜