Chapter Ten
When Ginny got to the kitchen, she didn’t even need to ask what the verdict was—it was obvious from the increased activity. What had before been a crowded work surface was now totally rammed. Mammoth amounts of food sat around—vegetables waiting to be peeled, sausages and bacon defrosting, eggs, bread… the list went on.
Five pairs of eyes swung in her direction as she entered. She smiled tightly, then allowed herself to be swept into her father’s arms. “Good morning, Moony! Merry Christmas!” He kissed her cheek, then gripped her shoulders and pushed her to arm’s length so he could admire her earrings. Beaming, he said, “They’re quite something, kiddo. I love them.”
This time her smile was genuine, although a pang of embarrassment hit her in the gut at the thought the others
