Preparations for the coming holidays were in full swing. Decorations were being hung, the palace Christmas tree had been picked out and dressed up, and stockings had been hung around the mantle.
But something was missing this year -- more properly -- someone.
It had been twelve simdays since the death of Prince Renauld, and although life was slowly but surely getting back to something resembling normal, the absence of this larger-than-life figure was still being felt.
At no time of the year is the loss of a relative more keenly felt than around the holidays, and this time was no exception.
Meanwhile, with Alexandra still deployed on the other side of the mountain, Anastasia was certainly keeping herself busy. Not only was she overseeing the construction of the crypt, but she was also planning the upcoming Heritage Festival, which she promised would be bigger and better than ever before, and now, she ran the annual holiday toy drive, with much of the donations going to earthquake victims. She even pitched in herself, donating her own old dollhouse and teddy bear.
That didn't mean, though, that her existence was a joyless one -- far from it, thanks mostly to Lucky, er, Lucian. She debuted her newly-turned-real imaginary friend at Lars DiscoTech, and certainly he elicited much curiosity as he and she danced the night away.
"You are quite the dancer, Lucian, where'd you get those moves?" she whispered to him.
"Hey, you created me," Lucian joked, "so you gave them to me."
Just then they spotted a camera flash in their eyes. They were caught!
How on earth was Anastasia going to explain Lucian to her mother?
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