Chapter 991 Abella to the Rescue
Long Island Manor
After breakfast, a servant approached with an elegant stack of Christmas window clings. "These are static clings—just wipe the window with a damp cloth and they'll stick right on."
"Give me some, I want to help Abella," Dennis said eagerly.
"Me too!" another voice chimed in.
"I'm staying with Abella!"
"Abella, I'll clean the glass for you, and you can put them wherever you like," Carl offered with a warm smile.
"Don't let my age fool you—I can still climb on a chair. Just point to where you want them, and I'll put them up for you!" Winslow declared proudly.
By the time the brothers got their turn, the Christmas clings had run out. The servant looked embarrassed. "We still have Christmas stockings and mistletoe decorations coming."
"Come on, Abella, let's get these snowflakes up first," the elders said, already whisking her away with cheerful chatter.
"Steven, this isn't working!" Winston burst out in frustration. "We finally carved out time to come home and spend it with Abella, and we've barely said two words to her since we woke up."
Before they could get close, the elders had already swept her aside.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures," Blake muttered, steeling himself. He ran forward a few steps, let out an exaggerated cry, and threw himself to the ground in a theatrical tumble.
But the elders ahead continued their animated conversation, completely oblivious to his performance.
Winston couldn't help but laugh as he extended a hand to his fallen brother. "They didn't even notice you."
Blake stared in disbelief—a man with millions of followers, reduced to this.
Meanwhile, the family gathered around the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, their voices filled with joy. "Being able to decorate with Abella this year—it's going to bring us good luck all year long."
"Every other Christmas, the staff would have everything decorated before we even woke up. This year feels different—doing it together with Abella, this is what home really feels like."
"Absolutely. I'm realizing now that things like hanging snowflakes only have meaning when the whole family does it together."
The brothers watched enviously as the elders surrounded Abella, applying various Christmas decals to the grand windows with laughter and stories.
Blake shamelessly pushed his way into the group. "Grandpa, your hands must be getting tired. Let me help—this is young man's work. Come down from that chair, it's dangerous up there!"
"I'm still spry as ever! I could put up a hundred of these without breaking a sweat. Move aside, you're blocking Abella's view. Abella, was this the spot you mentioned?" Carl replied without missing a beat.
Blake pressed on desperately. "That position's too low—it won't look right. Christmas decorations should go higher up for the best effect."
"Abella says where it goes, and that's where it goes. What do you know about it?"
Abella, taking pity on him, handed him a snowflake decal. Just as Blake's face lit up with triumph, Winslow speak, "You go put that over there. Abella, I can help you with wherever you want to place things too."
Eventually, Blake retreated to his brothers with his single window cling, gazing at Abella surrounded by the crowd. There was a distance between them—not of life and death, but something more profound: Abella stood right there before them, yet remained impossibly out of reach.
A servant approached Kimberly with an update. "Mrs. Medici, the photography team has arrived."
"Perfect timing—let's capture this moment," Kimberly said, then turned to Abella. "Abella, they'll be filming and photographing throughout the day. If it makes you uncomfortable, just let me know."
"Ms. Abella Medici, we'll maintain our distance and keep a low profile," the photographer assured her.
"Abella's been in front of countless cameras throughout the year—performing on stage, playing piano, receiving acclaim. These cameras are nothing new to her," Vanessa pointed out.
Vanessa's words reminded Kimberly. "Of course, you're absolutely right."
Their Abella had seen it all.
After the festive window decorating was complete, servants brought out an armload of red and green Christmas stockings. This time, sharp-eyed Blake immediately swooped in and claimed at least half of them.
"Abella, come with me!" Winston grabbed the hem of Abella's sleeve and pulled her toward the door.
Steven and Ethan positioned themselves as human barriers in front of the crowd.
"You all take a break—hanging Christmas stockings is a job for us young folks."
"Well, well, when did you boys become so unified?" the elders remarked with amusement.
The older generation hadn't expected such coordinated teamwork when it came to Abella.
Finally, a chance to hang Christmas stockings with Abella!
Blake was overjoyed and chattered away at her non-stop.
"Blake, could you quiet down for a minute? We'd like to hear Abella speak," someone interjected.
Just as Abella was about to respond, a servant's cry of distress rang out, followed by frantic footsteps.
"Oh no, what am I going to do?" The servant was nearly in tears.
"What's wrong?" Abella looked toward the sound and saw Lyanna Patel, a servant who stood by the garden path, on the verge of breaking down.
"Ms. Abella Medici, I... I damaged the Family Reunion banner for the photo area," Lyanna said, clutching the torn banner. "The problem is this banner can't be folded—it's too long and wide. The wind caught it somehow and it tore. I don't know what to do. This banner was custom-made with specific dimensions, and we hired a calligrapher to write it in gold ink."
At the mention of "calligrapher," the brothers hanging stockings by the fireplace all stopped and turned toward Abella.
When it came to calligraphy, who could compare to Abella?
They had seen her handwriting before—bold, sweeping strokes that commanded respect and admiration.
"Do we have any extra cardstock in the house? Cut it to the right dimensions, and I'll write the lettering," Abella offered.
Hope flickered in the servant's eyes. Of course—Abella was a renowned calligrapher. Her work was worth far more than any hired calligrapher's!
"Thank you, Ms. Medici, thank you so much! I'll go cut the paper and get some gold ink right away!" Lyanna bowed repeatedly in gratitude before hurrying off to prepare.
Abella and her brothers finished hanging the Christmas stockings above the fireplace and tied Christmas bells to the door handles before moving on to decorate the main entrance.
Once the Christmas lights were strung around the front door, the servants had prepared red paper, gold ink, brushes, and a table.
Abella mixed the gold ink carefully, dipped her brush, and began crafting the banner on the spot.
The family gathered around her, murmuring in admiration.
"Abella's calligraphy is absolutely magnificent—far more impressive than that hired calligrapher!"
"This banner will make the perfect backdrop. Ms. Abella Medici truly is extraordinary!" The servants burst into spontaneous applause.
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