Meanwhile in Manhattan, An Asian woman with a pixie cut and a sequin green dress was celebrating the annual Christmas party. Scarlett was wrapping up her scriptwriting when a Korean woman gave her an egg nog with a snickerdoodle on it, "Come on Scar" said the Korean woman, "Keep this up and we won't be work best friends anymore."

"Come on Bree" Scarlett replied, "This is very important to me."

"I could tell" Bree replied, "The working late during a party was a dead giveaway."

Bree hands her the glass and sits down. After one more word, Scarlett was done with her project, "Now we can party" Scarlett replied.

"Finally" Bree smiled, "I don't want you wasting your new green sequin dress."

"This old thing" Scarlett blushed, "It's a little thing I whipped up at short noticed. I'm just grateful to have my new junior editor position now. I can't slack off while doing it."

"It's not slacking off it everyone is partying, except for Nick," Bree said.

A handsome Italian man came up to see Scarlett, "Are you two going to join us for the holiday party?" asked the man.

"We are sir," answered Bree and Scarlett and they took off.

Later, Bree and Scarlett were joined by the other employees on the roof. Nick stands on stage, calling everyone's attention, "Welcome to the 100th annual holiday party of The Peralta Press" Nick announced, "My great-grandfather Frontiniano was known as, "Front Page Fronty" after working 20 years for the New York Times, he decided to start his own company. For those who are new here, I'm his great-grandson, "Nic Peralta" the editor-in-chief here. It's been a banner year for our little publishing company. We may be small, but we've held our own against the industry goliaths.

A cheer starts to go up from the coworkers, but Nick raises a hand to keep them quiet, "That means" he continued, "We must work even harder. I myself always find the perfect project to start the year off right, and I expect the same of my junior editors. Speaking of which, we promoted a few lucky candidates, like Miss. Scarlett Joy. Is there anything she likes to say"

"Well," Scarlett said, "Thank you, Sir. For believing in me."

"Belief has nothing to do with it, ma'am." Nick sternly replied, "You've proven you can handle responsibility. So don't disappoint us."

"I won't sir." Scarlett said, "And Happy Holidays."

As she sat back down, Scarlett and Bree started to notice that Nick was acting like Ebeneezer Scrooge and they wondered why. Scarlett also had another thing on her mind, to get back to Rosewood and keep her promise to spend her Holidays in her hometown.

The next day, Scarlett was on her way to her hometown of Rosewood when she saw a dear. From the map app on her phone, she saw the number for Rosewood's repair shop. As quick as she could she called to pick her up.

Later, a handsome blonde mechanic came to her. He was Scarlett's old high school boyfriend, "Wyatt Hartens". A tow truck headed for the mechanic while Wyatt took her to the streets of Rosewood, "So" Wyatt said, "Dare I ask how you managed to find yourself in a snowdrift"

"A deer distracted me" Scarlett explained, "But it safely got away."

"That makes sense" Wyatt replied, "Because there was a herd of angry deer I passed along the way."

Scarlett grinned, comforted by the familiar face. She looked out the window to see the town square and a bunch of familiar faces. Even a new one in front of her house. "Hello" Donna smiled, "You must be Scarlett, I'm Donna."

"Nice to meet you Donna" Scarlett greeted, "I'm Scarlett"

"Dr. Joy invited me so I can get to know you."

"Youngest Junior Editor at the Peralta Press," Wyatt said from his car, "It's a new record. Well, I gotta get back to work, Mr. Rook won't like it if I desert my duty."

"Good luck" Donna replied.

Inside, they found Dr. Joy and Scarlett's younger adoptive brother in the kitchen, "Welcome home Scarlett" Dr. Joy smiled.

"Mom" Scarlett said as she hugged her mother and brother, "Dylan"

"You're just in time for my world-famous apple cider." Dr. Joy said

As Dr. Joy was fixing up some apple cider, Scarlett looked at her brother, "How is your final year of high school?" she asked her brother.

"Great" Dylan replied, "Same old, same old. Except for this cute girl Avery.

"Brings back memories." Scarlett sighed, "Wyatt just picked me up after my car got stuck."

"Your Wyatt" Dylan recalled.

"Sweetie," Dr. Joy said, "Have you ever thought about settling down."

"Mom" Scarlett answered, "I'm not ready for this whole dating nonsense yet"

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Scarlett and Donna decided to get it together. By the door, Mr. Peralta was there, "Mr. P" Scarlett asked in surprise, "What are you doing here, I thought you were in Barbados."

"I was" Mr. Peralta answered, "But I found an unexpected script after you left. So I canceled my flight to let you read this, now you must read this before January. One of our illustrations interns couldn't figure out the mail systems at Peralta Press, so these have been piling up for a month.

"I'll get them done Sir" Scarlett replied.

"And I can help" Donna replied, "I love helping people."

"I'm sorry" replied Mr. P, "But we don't allow high schoolers to work at Peralta Press."