The housekeeper continued with her shopping, and she felt the butler's mood worsen after her mentioning of having a fiancé. She tried to make conversation every now and then, but Sebastian would either just nod or hum shortly to acknowledge what ever it was she said, and the rest would be dismissed.

Soon enough, Sebastian decided to call for the carriage and have her leave some of the items in it, under his care. He left her on her own, which sort of made her sad and pleased at the same time.

"Are you done? We are running behind schedule, please do make haste."

Sebastian looked down on his companion, who was currently checking the new set of paperbags filled with presents for the stooges. Amelia hummed then shook her head. "Oh, I completely forgot one last thing. I'll be back shortly," She hurriedly replied, trying to seem nonchalant, and dashed off, back towards a certain shop she passed by moments ago.

'A new game of cards and puzzles for Ciel, plus a medium bag of sweets. Would that suffice? I hope these would work to convince him. I must buy Sebastian that, and not have Ciel order the demon to throw it away.' She thought while nearly tripping on her own feet upon entering the store.

"Ah, how truly splendid!" Squealing at the sight of her present for the raven-haired man, Amelia immediately pays for it, and all that time, she was using her own money, and not what she got from Bardroy.

When she returned, Sebastian was already on the driver's seat and all she had to do was to climb in so they could leave London. Sighing happily at her achievement, she looked at Sebastian's gift once again and hoped for it to not be discovered.

The brunette stared outside the carriage's window, and even though she was pleased with her whole shopping day, she was unable to forget how the butler momentarily glared at her, and his mood shifting into something cold and bitter. 'Was it something I said? I mean, I was merely teasing him for being jealous. I didn't even say that he was! Or... perhaps I am simply overthinking it. He must be like that because of all the time I took from today's schedule.'

Her deep sigh was heard from the outside with Sebastian's superb hearing, and he knew. '...am I being too harsh? Just what is she thinking?' He speeds up slightly, and begins murmuring to himself, "Ah, this was supposed to make her feel better. Yet why do I feel like she is troubled by something? Or is she troubled by me?"

"I should have stood my ground and forced that you never should have gone with me to London." Amelia whispers, partly blaming herself for what was happening, assuming that the demon would be listening. Outside, he pulls on the reins and the pacing slows. 'I mean, he did not even bother to help me up the carriage—something unusual for a gentlemanly demon.'

Amelia feels that he might even be mad, but hoped it was nothing so extreme. The lady tells herself that once they arrive at the manor, she would avoid him and wait it out until he was a lot calmer and less hostile. She places her gift for the butler on the space beside her, then stares at her empty hands, especially at a certain ring finger. She felt her heart rapidly beating and all she could do was gulp.

'Why must I feel this way? Is it because something bad is coming or am I really reminiscing the pain of what could have been?'

She clenches and unclenches her hands as she thinks back to the time she first met her fiancè.

"Greetings, my Lady. I am Russell Harvey Spencer," The young man that looked to be in his late teens spoke with a charming smile, whilst offering his hand to a wig-wearing Amelia. He had a taller stature than hers, a redheaded gentleman with striking steel gray eyes. His complexion was slightly similar to that of Sebastian's.

Harvey was the son of one of the many lords in London, and his family was the first to come into terms with the Midford family regarding their "first-born" child.

"Treat him nicely Thea, for he will be your future husband." The brunette can still hear the strictness from Frances' voice and the grunt of approval from Alexis Midford, as is was the order from both of her parents, and even if she felt against it, or felt confused at the need to be having to tie herself down with a man she barely knew for a day, Amelia could only follow what was asked and expected of her.

Their engagement was approaching its second year when the young Amelia began to take a strong liking for Harvey. The young man was undeniably intelligent, talented in both music and arts as he can sing and play the piano, and when he would accompany Amelia to the Phantomhive manor occasionally; together they would sit by the garden and paint. However, a trait that can be considered as a flaw is that he is a close friend of the Viscount of Druitt.

And... is easily influenced by the blond man.

Despite that, what made her heart change its course, what made her open up was that somehow, he made her feel special. The bliss she felt from his stolen kisses on her cheek, how he would hold her hand or offer his arm to her during their walks, deep conversations during such and the exchange of sweet, meaningful letters. But most especially, he occasionally challenges her to a duel. And even if he loses, he doesn't frown upon her. Instead, he says he'll win for sure the next time and that he was merely "letting her win".

Harvey became more than just her betrothed, he became her friend.

Yet all these changed.

Perhaps for a time, Amelia blamed herself because she said those three words first.

It was a month after her "birthday", in one of his visits. She literally slipped, he caught her, and their lips almost touched. 'Do I... what do I say?' The housekeeper recalls herself in the midst of confusion and rush of adrenaline. Harvey asks her, "Th-Thea... my dear, are you alright?"

In a breathless whisper, she replies, "I... love you,"

"Pardon...?"

"...I said, I love you, Harvey."

They saw each other flushed crimson, after Harvey tosses his foil aside and removes his head gear, then Amelia's. The redheaded nineteen year old was tempted to bring their lips together however, Amelia's personal maid, Olivia, came in unexpectedly because Frances wanted to see her.

The couple scrambled to get up, and Harvey clears his throat and exits. Amelia chuckles at her younger self, the way she, as Dorothea, stuttered out an excuse and had Olivia make a vow of secrecy to her.

Weeks after that incident, Harvey slowly became distant.

Amelia's anxiety grew and luckily for her, she found the chance to confront him in one of the balls Earl Vincent Phantomhive hosted. But then, the scene she was welcomed with was truly devastating. Harvey was chatting with a different lady, someone that would be around her age; and they were too close, far too close for her liking.

"You better have a valuable reason for treating me this way, Harvey."

Harvey looks at her with pity and without saying anything, brings them both to a private area, in their little spot in the Phantomhive garden.

"I... We're ending the engagement,"

Amelia was surprised, but hides it with a scoff, "I never did like your sense of humour."

"My Lady, please..." Harvey sighs, holding both of her hands and gave them a squeeze. "Please, do not make this harder than it already is for me. But... I simply cannot marry someone who is—?"

"Adopted? But were you not told of this beforehand? Why..."

"I know that. Your family and mine have become good partners, however... you are a natural child, and due to that fact, my parents have disallowed our marriage. The Marquis and Marchioness would soon be informed of this decision. I'm sorry, Lady Midford."

Amelia wanted to slap him, but she was too shocked to move. Harvey left her then, without even looking back to see her tear-stained face.

It turns out, the one who told Harvey that dark secret—which Amelia herself didn't even know of—was the lady he was with; a lady he met in one of Viscount Druitt's parties. They might have shared a dance or two, and she instantly fell for Harvey's charms. That lady felt enraged that Harvey was engaged to someone; thus, she decided to look for anything about Amelia—and take Harvey away from her.

Just as Harvey said, the following day, a mere letter was sent to the Midford manor.

Amelia's heart was not only broken by Harvey, but also by her parents, for hiding her identity from her.

The brunette's vision blurred due to her tears, as she stared out the carriage window, and all she could do was silently wipe them away. 'Alright Mia, enough of that bastard. It... it was never your fault.'

The carriage came to a stop about five minutes later. She was about to open the door herself, but Sebastian beat her to it. The housekeeper insisted that she would carry the last item she bought, saying that it was her gift for herself. The demon eyes the box more than the human, and the latter suddenly felt that he might have already found out.

"What?"

"...nothing; at least, the manor is still in its proper shape."

Amelia mentally sighs in relief, walking by the butler's side towards the main door. "Sebastian, I'm sorry you were forced to come. Nonetheless, I believe I should still thank you for it."

'She is troubled by my change in mood. This is too absurd for my own tastes. This way of acting is too human of me. Really, why do I let a mere human girl do this to me?' The demon sighs, and the housekeeper thinks it was because of her, when in fact, Sebastian was more annoyed at himself, especially at what he was about to say. "Please do not blame yourself for today's matters. Truthfully speaking, no one is to be blamed. Also, letting a lady go alone and carry all these by herself is against me."

Amelia makes a small smile, "Then I'm glad for your aesthetic."

Sebastian raises a brow, unable to hold himself, "Ah, it is possible that it is no longer just my butler's aesthetic; for I would do anything for you, My dear Lady."

Amelia scoffs, shaking her head, "Your sarcasm is most impressive!" The brunette's hands were full, so she couldn't punch him for his statement and his way of calling her. 'Being referred to in that way simply irks me! It's not... I'm not... Ah, whatever.'

The butler does not know whether he should be pleased that she didn't understand his words, or be saddened by her denseness. Since the housekeeper noticed his improving mood, she attempts to make small talk, as they now both stood by the door, which Sebastian was opening. "Is it me, or is it unusually quiet? Then again, I'm glad the mansion is still in perfect—!"

"… state."

The two nearly dropped their shopping bags, especially the female one, at the sight that welcomed them: the mansion's Christmas decors were scattered everywhere—tinsels, angels, Christmas balls dangling by the ribbons hung up from one posts to the one across it—to keep it short, it was as if a multitude of storms (this is not an exaggeration) had hit the mansion.

Walking to the nearest post, Amelia picked the note stuck to it, instantly recognizing Ciel's penmanship and read the message out loud.

"'Mia and Sebastian, I didn't think the two of you would take this long for a shopping spree. I have decided to grant the three stooges' request of going to London to shop as well, for I found this as a solution for them not to destroy my mansion. If you are reading this as of now it means I am currently with them, everything is going well and that we obviously, will not see each other in London.

Whatever mess they have made here, clean it up then proceed to my study with sweets. All these must be in order upon my return.

-Ciel P.'"

The housekeeper groaned, not noticing the way Sebastian's eyes narrowed at the note from beside her, already suspecting something. 'If that is how you'd like to play it, Young Master...'

"So, what do you think? He's got us in to one of his games." Amelia looked up at him while showing him the note. Sebastian hums while sparing a look at the grand staircase, "I could not agree more."

"He wanted you to come with me so he could set this up. We should have known better."

"I believe rightful punishment shall also be given to those who conspired with the Young Master."

Amelia and Sebastian looked at each other this time, the former's lips tugging up into a sly smirk, crumpling the note, "Of course." She then continued her statement, "But first, let's get the presents to my room before we begin cleaning the place. Maybe we should put a lock on these things' containers." The brunette pats the ribbon-wrapped post before shrugging, and walking ahead of the butler.

Upon reaching her room, she tells Sebastian to place the bags of items on her bed. Amelia places her box underneath the bed and she catches him raise a brow. "I know you want to ask me something,"

"You do?" He asks mockingly, making Amelia roll her eyes. Sebastian only sighs, "Very well. That box's contents have piqued my interest," the lady nods in response, trying to be as convincing as possible, "Oh, it's nothing really. Just my usual loot of art materials."

"...is that so? Ah, next—?"

"Another question?"

"Is there a problem with it?" Sebastian opens the door of the room, and they both step out, now walking along the corridor. Amelia then, lets him finish his statement. "What has gotten me more curious is the fact that you have had a fiancè."

Amelia looks taken aback, "Why, do I seem ugly to you?"

'No, not at all. In fact, you are probably, one of the most gorgeous grasshoppers—I mean—humans, that my eyes have fell upon. Ah, no matter how or what you'd have looked like, I'd still think the same.' He remains silent, and the brunette tries to read him but gives up. "I take it that you do not find me beautiful. Fine by me—I have always known that I am not the apple of your eye."

'...you mean, "eyes",' Sebastian internally chuckles at his stupid joke, thinking of his true form. "Nonsense; you look alright for a lady. So, you did say you 'loved' him; if that were the case, then why did it end?"

"Oh that," she chuckled, as they arrived back to the main hall. The two started to get the unnecessary decorations off, with Amelia heading for the ladder that the stooges left on purpose, and the containers scattered about beside it. "Good thing that they left the boxes here," she murmurs before climbing up, beginning her work. "Anyway, he was the one who broke the engagement. And his reason: he discovered that I am an illegitimate child. He's probably with that other lady that told him about that secret that even I, at the time, did not know of."

"You didn't know?"

Amelia flinches as she was reaching for a pinecone, and while she stuttered for an answer, momentarily lost her balance. Sebastian was quick to steady the ladder and ready to catch her, but the housekeeper held onto the ladder to avoid being a hindrance. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine... just, talking about this to someone else is... ah, but it's nothing, really—if it weren't for him, I would not ever have known the truth. It still amazes me how that other lady got the information,"

The brunette once again, reaches for the pinecone, now with ease, then drops it in the box. "You have been asking an awful lot of questions, Sebastian."

"Would you like to return the favor then?" The demon says, pulling on the ribbon and neatly rolling it. Amelia watches the flutter of the said article, before replying, "I would take that offer. Now, where shall I begin? How about... telling me something about your kind? Something that most people believe but is actually contrary to the truth."

Sebastian was staring at the box's contents for a while, murmuring, "I see," he holds off a smirk, then faces Amelia. "What you said earlier, that I cannot and do not have the ability to love, that is false." He watches her face turn into surprise, then gets down from the ladder to pick up the Christmas ball she dropped. "R-Really? I'm—I apologize then; so, how does it... work? I mean, do you have a heart then, literally?"

The demon sighs, remembering his conversation with Ciel during their stay in Houndsworth. "No, I do not. Although, we do not refer to it as something so unnecessary as 'love'. It is more so as a permanent attachment and possession over a certain being. Some refer to that instance, as 'soul-mates'. I have heard stories of some and that it was, and I quote, 'as if their whole being was looking for that significant other, and lept at the sight of it.'"

Sebastian prefers to leave out some details that he told the Phantomhive earl, waiting for Amelia's response. "Interesting! Have you found yours?"

"...No."

"Ah, I'm sure you have. Then again, you cannot lie." Her eyes were filled with sudden mirth, "But seriously, you have never felt your whole being 'leap' over another demon?"

"No." Sebastian pauses, 'Perhaps if you had not specified on "demon", my answer could have been different.' He think as he tidies the boxes on one side and dusts his gloved hands. "Well now, I shall head to the kitchen to make the Young Master's snack. Please do carry on with returning these to where they belong." The butler smiles tightly, turning around and leaving.

Amelia nods, resuming the job. She ends up talking to herself, whilst pondering over the information she's just been told, "Poor thing. I hope he too, finds that other being. Now that would certainly be a sight to see."

She picks an angel, whose wings were broken and missing. Then she chuckles, upon an idea striking her, "Ah, I'm too silly. It would be so outrageous, even for him, if it were possible that a soul-mate were human, and he ends up with one."

Once Amelia was done with tidying up the main hall, she initially planned to begin her wrapping of the presents. However, she saw that Mey-rin left the laundry undone, and remembered that she also had to work on the accounting. The manor was more silent than it already was, so upon finishing the two aforementioned tasks, she pays the butler a visit.

The brunette sees him frosting the cake, inside the kitchen in peace. "Would you mind if I tried that?" She asks, stepping closer to the demon, whose concentration was second to none as he skillfully twirled and frosted said dessert. "Why?"

"You don't trust me?"

"I meant, why are you bothering me? Are you done with everything?"

Amelia nodded then sighed. "I just wanted to know how it works. Oh well," she leans on the counter, continuously watching him work. "I would not be here have I not finished my duties. It's awfully quiet, and there's not a soul to talk to."

"Of course, I do not possess such." Amelia rolls her eyes at the sarcasm then instead, began to wash the used kitchenware. Sebastian finishes, and goes on to prepare and arrange it on a tray, "Do you not want to do any of your hobbies, use your newly-bought stash from London; or perhaps, play the piano for a while, fill the manor with your music?"

"And for who will I play for?"

"Yourself. It has been a while, and I'd like to listen to you play again; it gives off quite a refreshing feeling."

Amelia pauses in her washing, feeling a bit of warmth inside of her at the unanticipated compliment from the butler. She steals a glance and finds him still busying himself with the earl's snack. She clears her throat, "Is... that so? Then, on Christmas, I shall."

Sebastian finishes, then decides to offer her a slice of the cake and a cup of tea. After she was done washing, the lady digs in on the treat. "You know, this wasn't too bad of an idea after all. I shall cherish this moment," she grins at the demon, once more thanking him.

"Ah, you call yourself a lady, yet you still get chocolate on your lips," the butler gets a napkin and dabs it on one corner of Amelia's lips. "W-Whatever..." she looks away and grabs the napkin from him, wiping the rest of it herself. Sebastian chuckles, watching her eat. Even if there were not much words shared between them, both felt at ease.

They cleaned up quickly, before they began trotting their way to Ciel's study, Sebastian pushing on the tray and the housekeeper beside him. "I still don't get the point of leaving his treat in his study when he's not even there."

Amelia opens the door first, and she sighs at the mess of papers on Ciel's table. Sebastian follows her step, as she makes space for the earl's cake, careful not to mix the documents up. "Now that's done we can—?"

A mistletoe drops between her and the butler, and it lands on the tray the latter was holding. Amelia gulps, looking up at the ceiling—which apparently, was filled to the brim with mistletoe. Sebastian sighs, "My, my, what an awkward situation we have been put in,"

"So it was this game, I see? That's why the mistletoe were missing!"

"Well then, I'll tell you one thing I know about Christmas, Mia." The lady raised a brow at his statement. "It's that when mistletoe is right above two people, they should kiss."

The housekeeper scratches the back of her head, "Well, I see no need to actually do that. Come now; later let's get Pluto in human form inside here, so he and the Young Master could kiss." She chuckles at the suggestion she just made, completely evading Sebastian and began walking towards the door, when suddenly someone from behind the right-side shelves pulls a hidden string that had been tied to the shelf on her left, causing it to fall.

It ended with her and Sebastian's faces a few inches from each other as she was protected by the butler's body, since the books it contained rained down on them. Amelia winces at having landed on her shoulder, then gasps upon realizing what the demon just did. "Are you hurt? I'm sorry,"

Sebastian simply pulls himself away, holding the now-empty shelf steady with one hand, and Amelia with the other. Due to the impact they caused, another mistletoe fell from the ceiling and drops beside them. Then, Sebastian smirks. "If you're so sorry," his eyes landed on the mistletoe and Amelia follows his train of sight. She quickly understood what he meant and frowned, though her cheeks began to have a little pink in them.

Amelia averts her eyes from him, already panicking internally. She murmurs something inaudible and the demon inches closer, "You were saying?"

"...closer,"

"Pardon?"

"I said, come closer! You're quite tall for me to reach!"

Sebastian lowers his face, then Amelia takes a breath before she tilts her head up to kiss him softly on his lips. A few seconds into it, the demon growls—a low rumble from his chest—and he forces the shelf to its original position, so his other arm can wrap around the brunette's body. His hand ends up above her pained shoulder, and somehow, Amelia shivers at that point of contact.

'My word, it's so soothing... his hand... more...' she thinks, lost in the relaxing feeling and moves, unaware that she had closed the distance between their bodies.

Before Sebastian could even have the chance of heating things up, the stooges' cheers from behind the right-side shelves breaks their kiss. Both of them pulled away, and each had differing thoughts.

'Ah, how could I forget that those imbeciles were there? No matter, a little taste would suffice... for now.'

'Shit! They were there all along?! Did Sebastian know?! Oh, I'm certain he knew about this even from the start since we arrived! Damn it all, why must I be so dumb!'

Amelia's feelings were scrambled up. To feel incomplete, relieved, embarrassed or extremely annoyed: that is most certainly the question she wants to answer as well. But oh, her face screams that of murder once her green eyes caught wind of the three servants, and with them, a camera.

"B-B-Bard... I think it's best we run for it now, yes!"

She immediately chased after them soon as Mey-rin said that. After they left, Ciel came out of the shadows, grinning as he eyed his butler. Sebastian had a satisfied look on his face. "I didn't think you would go that far, Young Master. Congratulations on winning your little game." The demon smirked, causing the earl to raise a brow. "What are you saying? Now take those mistletoe out of my office and clean those books up,"

Ciel goes behind his desk and sits, begins eating on the cake while his butler begins on his work. His teeth got caught on something and he spits it out on a napkin, only to see that it was a mistletoe. The young lad's visible eye glares at the butler, "What is the meaning of this?"

"Well, I just thought you have been thinking so kindly of me lately—going through such elaborate attempts of getting me and that lady together. Would this be your 'Christmas present' for me, Young Master?"

"Shut up; although seeing you on edge is something that I find entertaining. Had those three mice not made any noise, who knows just what else you could have done to my poor cousin,"

Sebastian maintains a smirk, unable to deny his master's assumptions whilst shaking his head. "I may be a demon, but I still am a butler and a gentleman. And who says that I shall let all of you see 'what else' I could have done to her? Those are... not for children like you to see." He winks, making the Phantomhive earl hold back his gagging.

Ciel throws the mistletoe at him, hitting the demon straight to his face. "I do not wish to know, now get out you perverted demon! You've just ruined my snack!"

A couple of minutes later, three servants were found heavily injured, which of course, was caused by none other than Amelia. Even Bardroy seemed surprised that she was able to take on the three of them, especially with what they were known to be capable of. The other two were staring into nothingness, and Mey-rin even had her glasses removed. It would be safe to say that Amelia was able to scar them for that moment in time. She rounded them up in the servants' chambers.

Now, that certain brunette was pacing back and forth in front of them, "Do forgive me if I have gotten this far but, please, do not make me repeat myself: where is it?"

"W... What?"

Amelia clicks her tongue, glaring at the chef, "Don't play dumb with me, Bard-fro. Where's the picture?"

The three looked down on their toes and replied slowly, afraid that the housekeeper might snap by their answer.

"Please don't be mad at us… but the picture…"

"I-It's not with us, no it's not…"

"Spare us, Miss Mia!"

The lady raised her eyebrow and crossed her arms. She was about to speak when Sebastian opened the door with a slam, stopping and shocking Amelia at the same time.

For the first time, the three felt relieved in seeing Sebastian.

"Mia, I do believe that is enough. I suppose you have had your fill of... slightly murdering them." He scolded her, as he motioned for the other three to go do and return to their work. Amelia lets them off, now having her full attention on the butler. "They don't have the picture with them."

"Calm down, My Lady. If it's not with them, surely you can try asking for it from the Young Master?" he steps closer to her, whispering, "You do know that all that was just a childish joke orchestrated by him. So, why do you want to see that picture so badly? Could it be that you want to see how well we look together?"

Immediately he draws back, avoiding Amelia's punch, catching her fist in his palm and he smirked. He pulls her to him and bent slightly so that his face was closer to hers. The brunette tries to wriggle her hand free but Sebastian holds on tighter, "Hm? Which is it then, My Lady?"

She becomes pissed and ends up stomping on his foot with her heel, pushing him away with a roll of her eyes. Amelia walks to the doorway, "None of your business. But you know what? Alright, fine, I do not and will not care anymore. Now please, get back to work, Mr. Butler. I still have some presents to wrap for tomorrow."

Soon, the sun had set, and Ciel was still, somehow annoyed at the butler. Which is why, it was only the housekeeper who was to get him to bed. Sebastian did, however, prepare for him some warm milk and honey. "Do you not want to stay up until midnight? Besides, it is Christmas Eve, Ciel." Amelia suggested as she handed him the drink. The young earl drank the contents of the cup and stares ahead.

"I do not believe it is necessary. After all, this is the first time in years that we will be celebrating Christmas the way people do and there is no need for me to go that far."

Amelia crosses her arms, "True, since you sold your young soul to an elderly demon; exactly why would you even celebrate Christmas, right?" her tone was filled with sarcasm, causing Ciel to roll his eyes and glare at her, which softened after a few moments, randomly remembering something he has been meaning to ask. "By the way, how's your shoulder?"

The housekeeper was surprised to hear the question from Ciel. "Oh, I never really told you about that, did I not? I'm assuming that butler did." she raises a brow, and the young lord nods, not going into detail regarding how Sebastian explained her situation the night before.

"Well, it's fine already; as though a big weight was stripped off me. Maybe it was caused by stress upon hearing the news of Frances coming here." Amelia says, patting herself and Ciel could only hum, probably thinking of something he might ask his butler about after hearing her answer. She shrugged at his lack of response and continued, heading straight to the point. "Alright, I will not stay around here for long. Just give me the picture back and we shall part tonight in peace."

Ciel lied down after handing the teacup back to her. Amelia places it on the tray, then tucks him in as the earl turns his back on her. "Picture…" Ciel smirked before continuing, "What picture?"

"Ciel."

"Whatever it is, then it is not with me and I really am telling the truth. Now get out, I need my rest… also, it's an order, so you can't do a thing about it." He retorted, his bratty side getting the best of him.

Amelia sighs exasperatedly before she bid him good night, and groaned after getting out of his room. "If it's not with him… probably Sebastian got rid of it. Oh well, then it's less work for me." She talked to herself as she walked towards the empty kitchen to tidy up. She was confused that the butler wasn't there, and guessed he was scouting the perimeters of the manor for intruders.

The housekeeper stretched her arms and fought off a yawn, whilst walking to her room. "Now, to work on my letters and gift-wrapping." She inhales some positivity and a hint of a smile was evident on her lips, "If Mother were here, then I could have finished in no time. How I wish... to see her again,"

A/N: I am back with another...long update? Heehee hope you liked that little plan of Ciel's. Because just putting mistletoe around the manor is boring and cliche. So I shook it up a bit, plus it made this chapter longer haha! Me and my lazy brain. Anyway, just so you know guys, the previous chapter was re-written. Haha I made Mia be more Mia-like. Next chapter will be the last for this, I don't know, let's say "Christmas Arc". Book of Doomsday will be next! ;) Get ready for a killing spree of nuns ;D

Chaos Michaelis- And was it annoying that her shoulder pain was mentioned yet again in this chapter? Lol.

wolf93ee- Did Sebastian go over the top with his sudden jealousy? I think he did. haha!

Kuroi-Akuma-no-Okami- Yes it's obvious that mistletoe were being put up. but I hope you liked how it turned out here. :D

Teto-chan the Snail- I'm glad you were able to stop laughing already :) Just kidding, sorry... anyway, I didn't think of that. haha, Ciel be shippin' them so hard and it actually makes Sebastian happy. ;D

Elsa Laufeyson- Thank you. May you read on and enjoy! :)