What I.F.?Jenna Ortega

 Day late-better late than never.

In the grand hall adorned with twinkling lights and festive decorations, Jenna Ortega stood by the Christmas tree, her delicate gown shimmering under the chandelier's glow. It looked like Christmas. But it sure didn't feel like it. The wonders of Hollywood.

Jenna was glad that it wasn't winter as the skimpy dress her character Princess Elara had to wear was pretty, but not at all warm. Yet she shivered slightly as she looked around at the lavish party surrounding her. The fake snow falling gently outside the windows added to the magical atmosphere, but Jenna couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that seemed to linger in the air.

As she picked up a glass of red wine, the tiara on her head sparkled in the soft light of the room. She took a sip, the rich flavor warming her from the inside out. She swayed slightly, already a bit tipsy from the last couple of glasses she had imbibed throughout the evening.

Jenna scanned the room, taking in the sight of famous actors and actresses mingling and laughing, their faces painted with false cheer. It was all so fake, so superficial. She couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness amidst the glitter and glamour of the Hollywood elite.

As Jenna moved through the crowd, she forced a smile and engaged in polite conversation with her colleagues. But deep down, she longed for something more meaningful, something real. She yearned for the simple joys of Christmas with family, decorating the tree, baking cookies, and gathering around the fireplace to share stories and laughter.

The sound of a familiar voice brought Jenna out of her reverie. It was her co-star, Evan, a handsome and charming leading man who had captured her heart both on and off the screen. He approached her with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief, a glass of something in each hand.

“Care for a drink, Princess Elara?” he asked.

Jenna looked down at her wine glass, only to find it empty. She knew she should refuse, but Ecan was so nice, she couldn’t refuse his kind gift.

“Ssangs evan,” she answered. She sipped the drink. It was bitter and strong. Jenna knew it would get her drunk. Oh well, it's Christmas, she decided, and slowly drank it. 

When her glass was empty, Evan asked her, "Care to dance, Princess Elara?" Evan held out his hand, his voice low and inviting. Jenna hesitated for a moment, feeling a rush of butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't deny the spark that existed between them, the undeniable chemistry that had ignited during their on-screen romance.

With the growing buzz in her head, with a nod and a smile, Jenna placed her hand in Evan's, allowing him to lead her to the center of the dance floor. As they swayed to the gentle melody of a classic Christmas tune, Jenna felt a sense of peace wash over her. In Evan's arms, she felt understood, accepted, and loved.

Their dance seemed to transcend time and space, the world around them fading into the background as they moved in perfect harmony. Jenna lost herself in the moment, forgetting about the pressures and expectations of the industry, the need to constantly perform and impress.

As the song came to an end, Evan pulled Jenna close, his gaze intense and full of emotion. "Merry Christmas, Jenna," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. Jenna's heart swelled with emotion as she gazed into his eyes, feeling a connection that went beyond words.

In that magical moment, Jenna realized that the true spirit of Christmas wasn't found in material possessions or superficial displays of wealth and status. It was in the simple act of sharing love and kindness with others, in embracing the magic of the season and the joy of being together.

Opening her eyes, Jenna found Evan had led her out to a secluded balcony. In his hand, he offered her a joint. Without thought, she struggled to pick it up. Once she succeeded, she brought it to her lips, and Evan lit it. She took a long drag. She felt the familiar rush as the weed lifted her up to the stars.

As the party continued inside, Jenna and Evan remained locked in each other's arms, their hearts beating as one. They kissed, and passed the joint back and forth. And outside that grand hall adorned with twinkling lights and festive decorations in July, Jenna finally felt the true warmth of Christmas, a gift far greater than any Hollywood fantasy could ever offer. She was getting wasted.