Not Me and Not My Party

Life is unpredictable. Today you’re a happy girl preparing a festive dinner for your beloved, and tomorrow you’re already driving to a corporate event of a serious company as a lonely Snow Maiden. And Father Frost at that corporate is a very angry type—over two meters tall—so standing anywhere near him is terrifying, not to mention working. But even worse is waking up the next morning in someone else’s bed, in someone else’s house, and realizing you’ve ended up in someone’s snow-covered manor, where you’ll have to spend a few days—perhaps unforgettable days.