The beach had something more than just a cold breeze tonight.
The island seemed alive.
A large campfire crackled softly against the backdrop of endless waves. The orange flames danced in the darkness, casting warm light across familiar faces.
Decorative string lights had been arranged around the gathering area.
Small lanterns hung from wooden posts.
The gentle glow mixed beautifully with the moonlight reflecting across the sea.
The atmosphere felt peaceful.
Comfortable.
Like one of those moments people remembered years later.
A memory worth keeping.
The sound of the waves continuously rolled onto the shore.
The scent of saltwater mixed with the aroma of spices and freshly marinated fish waiting beside the grill.
Elena was already wearing an apron.
Naturally, she had taken command of the cooking operation.
Monica and Alice stood beside her, helping prepare ingredients .
Kate sat nearby with Flora, both enjoying the view while chatting quietly.
