Golden light & perfect smiles ✨ Feeling grateful for this beautiful chaos!

The steam curled around your shoulder, warm against the silk of her dress. A hesitant hand brushed hers as she reached for the mug – lukewarm tea, slightly tooedong. She tilted her head then, just so, catching the light in the dark curls at the nape of her neck. A slight shift of the lips, almost imperceptible, like a secret shared. Your gaze lingered a fraction longer than expected. A subtle turn of the wrist, exposing the curve of her forearm…and a faint blush rose on her cheek.