Underneath the Mistletoe | Bang Chan
She came to organize Christmas. She didn’t plan on falling for the Christmas tree farmer. A temporary job. A picturesque little town. One ridiculously charming man. Y/n arrives in Winterhaven, Massachusetts, with a simple mission: organize the town’s annual Christmas festival and head home before the holidays are over. The only problem? Christopher Bang. Twenty-eight, stubborn, annoyingly handsome, and owner of his family’s Christmas tree farm, Chan has absolutely no intention of making her stay in Winterhaven any easier. Between muddy boots, sarcastic remarks, Christmas tree arguments, and far too many unexpected encounters, the two discover that their chemistry might be harder to ignore than the holiday decorations covering Main Street. She’s only staying until Christmas. He’s not going anywhere. But somewhere between hot chocolate, snowy evenings, and a little mistletoe, they might discover that home isn’t always a place. Sometimes, it’s a person. And maybe this Christmas, Y/n will get more than she ever wished for.
Underneath the Mistletoe | Bang Chan
She came to organize Christmas. She didn’t plan on falling for the Christmas tree farmer. A temporary job. A picturesque little town. One ridiculously charming man. Y/n arrives in Winterhaven, Massachusetts, with a simple mission: organize the town’s annual Christmas festival and head home before the holidays are over. The only problem? Christopher Bang. Twenty-eight, stubborn, annoyingly handsome, and owner of his family’s Christmas tree farm, Chan has absolutely no intention of making her stay in Winterhaven any easier. Between muddy boots, sarcastic remarks, Christmas tree arguments, and far too many unexpected encounters, the two discover that their chemistry might be harder to ignore than the holiday decorations covering Main Street. She’s only staying until Christmas. He’s not going anywhere. But somewhere between hot chocolate, snowy evenings, and a little mistletoe, they might discover that home isn’t always a place. Sometimes, it’s a person. And maybe this Christmas, Y/n will get more than she ever wished for.