Golden hour glow and city dreams ✨ Soaking up every last bit of this cozy autumn afternoon – nothing beats a classic knit sweater and our favorite boots. Feeling like we’re always ready for an adventu...

The silk feels cool against my skin, doesn’t it? Not that cold, not tonight. It used to be so warm – those summer evenings spent sprawled across the terrace, wine spilled more often than not, laughter echoing until dusk. Now, there’s just the faintest hint of memory, almost always overshadowed by the quiet. It’s been five years, hasn’t it? Five years since the last perfectly timed smile, five years since the easy turn of heads when one of us wasn’t quite sure where our feet were.

We weren’t supposed to come back here, really. A chance meeting, that’s all it was - a little art gallery opening, predictable champagne, dutifully polite smiles for everyone but each other. And yet...here you are. Looking, aren’t you? That slight tilt of the head, ever so subtle. Like you haven’t entirely forgotten the way the light caught in our hair.

A bit of a frown, perhaps? Nothing dramatic, nothing to alarm you. Just a trace of skepticism, maybe. We certainly had our share of arguments, didn’t we? Over everything and nothing. The music too loud, the food too rich, the expectations too high. And then, after the storm, the comfortable silences. Until, well, until things started to fray.

Thatched around your eyes, isn’’—a touch of guilt. Or could that be the shadow cast by the chandelier? Such a beautiful thing, this room – reminiscent of the garden, don’t you think? Remembered through a filter of nostalgia.

So, here we are, standing on the edge of something, hesitant. Maybe even hopeful. Take a breath, then. It’s okay to look back. After all, it felt good once, didn't it? Go ahead, then. Look closer. What do you see?”

Now let’s know what you think – which element did you enjoy most about the monologues? Do you agree with our interpretation of the dress and expressions? 🌟 ✨