Macy loved the cold more than any other season because it gave her the perfect excuse to wear her long, fancy dresses that swirled like snowflakes around her feet. While the wind howled outside, she stayed tucked indoors, wrapped in warmth and contentment. Her kitchen became her kingdom, filled with the sweet smells of cinnamon rolls, sugar cookies, and freshly baked bread. She loved how the scent drifted through every room, cozying up the corners of her little house. To Macy, winter wasn’t harsh—it was a beautiful invitation to slow down, dress up, and bake her heart happy.