Sally: "Nobody's perf-" the words caught in Sally's throat as Bradley James rounded the corner of the castle on horseback. She froze, blinded by gleam of his armor and the sudden shine of his smile, while Ali, Mariah, and Sarah dispersed throughout the courtyard like their lives depended on the impromptu study of gargoyles. All she could do was laugh, especially when he started singing "You're the Voice," purposefully hitting the wrong notes. "Now tell me, fair maiden-" he couldn't keep a straight face-"did you get everything you wished for this year?" Snow flurries began to fall, Bradley smirked like he had summoned them himself, and Sally stood on tiptoe for a big "yes" kiss.
Mariah: "The third, definitely the third," Mariah argued while Zachary Levi stubbornly shook his head. "Nope, the first is by far superior, how you could think otherwise is beyond me." He reached to grab a Christmas cookie off the still hot baking sheet, and she smacked his hand with her spatula. Pouting, he moved to poke her stomach while she brandished her culinary weapon in the air. "En garde," she giggled when he retaliated with her battered baking spoon. Alas, her triumph was short-lived when Zach pelted her with a handful of flour. "Victory is mine!" He gave her one of his famous grins, which, as always, rendered her speechless, and then leaned in to claim his prize.
Sarah: Garrett Hedlund offered Sarah one plaid clad arm as they walked from his truck to the skate rental booth. Ali, Mariah, and Sally were also in line with their skating partners and everyone exchanged excited smiles. As they walked in their skates to the ice, Sarah looked at Garrett and said a little apprehensively, "This was a great idea while we were planning this outing, but I'm starting to think that my lack of grace may just put a damper on the fun." He smiled and chuckled. "You're going to be fine! I won't let you fall." She wobbled a little as she stepped on the ice, but Garrett was right behind her. He wrapped his arms around her tight, and she didn't fall the whole time.
Ali: Ali was sitting alone in her favorite spot in her favorite Parisian café; her notebook balanced precariously on the table next to a steaming latté while she scribbled away at a story about a girl, alone in Paris at Christmas.Snow had just begun to fall as she looked up from her screen and around the room at the other regulars.Disappointed at who she didn’t see, she went back to her writing.As the door opened behind her, she was hit with an icy blast which was quickly followed by an icy kiss on the cheek as Andrew Garfield slipped into the adjacent chair and sipped the cream off the top of her steaming mug, a sly smile playing at his lips.“There you are,” she said as he grabbed her mittened hand, “I’ve been waiting for you.”