A time for magic...

Dear Holly,

As I look around the inn, I see mistletoe, coloured lights and ornaments - everything I have always professed to despise. You were right to wonder why I would visit the White Barn Inn. You were right about a lot of things.

Since I met you, though, everything has changed. I've changed. And that's why I can't go on any longer without telling you the whole story. I don't know if you will ever be able to forgive me. But they say Christmas is a time for miracles and you do believe in them, don't you? The question is, can you still believe in me?

Max