#Chapter 276: Seeing is Believing

Ella’s POV I tried not to let the tears fall as I hastily wiped off the fake wrinkles and rosy cheeks, but a few slipped out anyway. They landed in streams down my face, one after the other, muddying the makeup that I had spent so long perfecting this morning. The bathroom door behind me suddenly burst open. I gasped, jerking my head up, but let out a sigh of relief when I saw Alexander standing there—his Santa beard dangling from his fingertips, his hat nowhere to be seen, and his red jacket now hanging loosely from his frame. But the moment I saw him, the tears came out faster and stronger. Alexander hurried across the room, closing the distance between us in a few quick strides, and gathered me into his arms. I let him hold me, forgetting the makeup wipe entirely and letting it fall to the floor. “Are you okay?” He kissed the top of my head, then cupped my face in his hands, tilting it so I was forced to look at him, and pressed more kisses to my cheeks