Party
Candlelight, soft music, and a table full of desserts that disappeared too fast. A night worth replaying.
The night began quietly, the way the best ones often do. Coats were dropped near the door, candles were lit one by one, and the room slowly filled with familiar voices.
Music played softly at first, then louder as the evening unfolded. Someone opened a bottle that probably should have been saved, and no one objected. Time felt generous.
Conversations drifted from memory to imagination. The kitchen became a place of gathering, laughter echoing off the walls while dessert was debated far longer than necessary.
By the end of the night, plates were empty, candles burned low, and the room felt fuller than when it began. These are the moments worth keeping.