Before Perfectly Broken, before a beautiful relationship can start, the bond that solidifies who Lili and Zane are together must form. Beginnings are always the first step in building something stunning, something undeniably perfect...
The first holiday...
Things are tense between Zane, Lili, and Tish. They're all still adapting to living in the house, Zane's divorce has just been finalized, and he's pissed off at the world. A bright light, however, shines in his world of darkness. Will the person he's hated since their first meeting be the one to help him turn things around?
The second holiday...
One year later, we find a much more settled family. Zane and Lili are falling into a pattern, learning to trust and lean on one another, but one wrong move, just the tiniest of slips, could ruin what is finally feeling solid for the both of them.
The beginning of tradition...
New Year's Eve brings a fresh start, a chance to wipe the slate clean and begin again. Knowing your history, and where you come from, might be all that keeps you going when your whole world falls apart.
The strength of the holidays, family, new beginnings, and acceptance, is how their broken pieces begin to glue themselves back together again, if only for a little while...
Hello, Dolly," said Dotty Rose, over the telephone."Hello, Dot," responded Dolly Fayre. "What you want?""Oh! I can't tell you this way. Come on over, just as quick as you can.""But I haven't finished my Algebra, and it's nearly dinner time, anyway.""No it isn't,-and no matter if it is. Come on, I tell you! You'd come fast enough if you knew what it's about!""Tell me, then."
"We will now bathe," said a voice at the back of my neck. I gave a grunt and went on with my dream. It was a jolly dream, and nobody got up early in it. "We will now bathe," repeated Archie. "Go away," I said distinctly. Archie sat down on my knees and put his damp towel on my face. "When my wife and I took this commodious residence for six weeks," he said, "and engaged the sea at great expense to come up to its doors twice a day, it was on the distinct understanding that our guests should plunge into it punctually at seven o'clock every morning." "Don't be silly, it's about three now. And I wish you'd get off my knees." "It's a quarter-past seven." "Then there you are, we've missed it. Well, we must see what we can do for you to-morrow. Good-night." Archie pulled all the clothes off me and walked with them to the window. "Jove, what a day!" he said. "And can't you smell the sea?" "I can. Let that suffice. I say, what's happened to my blanket? I must have swallowed it in my sleep." "Where's his sponge?" I heard him murmuring to himself as he came away from the window.
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