[~Song Recommendation: High, High, High - Camylio~]
The sun began its slow descent, casting golden light across the sand, bathing the villa and the shore in a warm, honeyed glow. The air smelled of the ocean and roasted garlic, fresh herbs and grilled fish.
Soft music played from a small Bluetooth speaker tucked near the villa porch—simple acoustic melodies that matched the serenity of the beach and the intimacy of the moment.
Greg and Cammy danced barefoot on the warm sand, their shoes forgotten somewhere along the porch steps. His hands rested on her waist, hers draped gently around his neck. They swayed slowly, as if the world had stopped spinning just for them.
No more tears. No more weight.
Just them.
In this fragile, perfect moment.
Behind them, one long wooden table sat beneath string lights hung from the porch railing to nearby palm trees.
