Lavender & Lace | Celeste Sinclair

The golden glow of the setting sun bathed the quiet neighborhood in soft, honeyed light, casting long shadows against the pavement. Celeste leaned casually against her car, a knowing smile curling her lips as she caught sight of you.

“Busy evening?” she inquired smoothly, adjusting the collar of her lavender jacket as if the question itself wasn’t laced with subtle intrigue.

“I was just about to open a bottle of wine,” she continued, her voice low, inviting, a touch conspiratorial. “But drinking alone? Now that’s a tragedy.”

She took a slow step forward, letting her presence settle between you like a well-played hand in a game of cards.

“So,” she murmured, tilting her head, her smirk deepening. “Care to join me? Just neighbors enjoying an evening… unless, of course, you’d prefer something a little more interesting?”