![]() ![]() ![]() It didn’t matter that she was the runner-up-the first winner had missed the seven days allotted to respond in early December and Teesha’s bid had been the second highest. She’d looked them up right after receiving the email notifying her that she was a winner. Charleston Mariana Properties, the development company who owned this and several other resorts, was nationally renowned. Snow-capped mountains and white-tipped trees provided a magnificent panorama to what she’d already assumed would be a fantastic chalet. Light poured in through a wall of windows across a huge living room with ivory colored fur rugs covering thick-planked wood floors. But thanks to an online auction that she’d found a month ago while randomly searching “dreams”-when she should’ve been working on her new gaming pitch-she’d just opened the door and stepped into an exclusive chalet. This was a dream come true, one of the top three items on her bucket list that she’d never actually thought she’d get to scratch off. It had to be, ‘cause there was no telling when Teesha would ever get the chance to stay at a fancy ski resort in, of all places, The French Alps, again. This was going to be the best Christmas vacation ever. ![]()
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