Snippet #1311189

Snow flakes fluttered to the ground as Angel briskly walked down the driveway of her home. 311 Sparkling Lane. She lived in Twinkling Lights Circle with her parents who were rarely home. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out her house key and slid it into the lock twisting it and waiting for the loud click that would follow. Pushing the large wooden door open she peered inside and taking a deep breath called out "Mooom? Daaad? Are you guys home?" She knew the answer would be no, as it was everytime she did this ritual, but as much as she wanted to stop it, she couldn't because she had been doing it since she was a child. Unraveling her scarf and unbuttoning her coat she hung them up on the silver hooks by the door and rubbed her hands down her white sweater dress smoothing it out. The soft clicking of her boots echoed in the long hallway as she neared the kitchen the smell of something delicious cooking wafted in the air.

The invites were sent out to the households, another grand dinner at the Parker Manor hosted by Angel, no doubt showing off her amazing skills at cooking and baking. 6 pm sharp that night on time for cocktail hour, dinner would be served at 7.

Christmas music flowed through the house and soon Angel was dancing around the kitchen cooking and baking alone, the way she prefered. Yes it took a large amount of time to prepare such vast amounts of food but with her amazingly large kitchen she could amount to anything in it. Cookies, cakes, and pies sat in the oven baking away, icing made and prepared in their bags sat on the shelf in the fridge as her main course of apple carmel glazed pork chops simmered and candied in the oven. Tonight was a night to celebrate. It was a few days before Christmas and the town finally finished decorating.

The clock struck 5 o'clock and soon the servers and assistant chefs arrived cleaning and cooking as Angel took off to get ready for tonight. Her hair was still pristine and perfect as she unpinned it, the curls tossing down her back like children racing to the end of a hill. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink from cooking for so long. Undressing she placed her dress on the bed and walked to the closet selecting a dark blue dress that clung to her curves and showed her feminine side. After make up and another look check in the large mirror beside her door Angel nodded her head and headed downstairs there were 15 minuets left and guests were starting to arrive.