*A bottle to go*

The party stretched into the late afternoon, the sun dipping lower in the sky, casting everything in soft, golden light. Conversations had become quieter, and soon people started slipping out one by one.

A few guests lingered, finishing their drinks, exchanging numbers, saying half-hearted we should meet up’s that neither side really meant. The team Camilla had hired for the event had already started clearing things up. Plates and glasses disappeared from tables, ...