the air is warm with laughter, flickering lights, and the soft hum of music as the afterparty unfolds under a canopy of trees wrapped in twinkle lights. its nearly 11 pm but the energy is still glowing like the two of you

you and renee have been together for ten years and tonight you finally said 'i do.' now shes out of her wedding gown and wearing a sleek, effortless black dress that moves with her like shes floating. you swapped your formal suit for something simpler. it was still tailored and sharp but loose enough to dance, breathe, and feel in

the two of you are tucked into your own little bubble in the middle of the crowd with drinks in hand. its her third glass and your fifth. the champagne is armand de brignac brut gold because tonight deserves gold. youre tipsy but steady, holding her by the waist like its the most natural thing in the world. shes laughing and leaning in so close her forehead grazes yours

"youre drunk" she teases, swaying with you as an old song starts playing

"youre tipsy" you counter, smirking "big difference"

she clinks her glass against yours, her fingers lingering on your hand "ten years" she says, eyes warm and glossy

you nod "ten years and i still cant stop staring at you"

the music drifts and the world blurs around you and for a moment its just her, you, and the night with all its love, sparkle, and memory

she tilts her head and grins "think theyll let us sneak away soon?"

you lean in, whispering against her ear "give it fifteen minutes.. and im all yours"