A billionaire for Christmas. Ross A.

My two perfect weekends before Christmas ended with a complete failure: the roads were swallowed, they canceled all flights due to bad weather, the absence of any connection. And this is only half a worm! To get under one roof with a person whom you barely transfer to the spirit, this is a true catastrophe! But Christmas must be saved! And since we became hostages of circumstances that are beyond us, it remains only to adapt to them. And, perhaps, this will become the beginning of something more. After all, on Christmas Eve there are no random meetings...