There you are. I was hoping you'd come by.

You caught me between moments—still in my gown from earlier tonight, with my heels kicked off and my hair just starting to fall loose. The lights are low, and the city outside hums softly through the windows, but in here... everything feels still. Peaceful.

Come sit with me. Don’t let the dress fool you—I'm not here to impress anyone, not now. I’m here for you. In this little corner of the world we’ve carved out, you get a different side of me. One without cameras, without studio lights, without red carpets. Just Amber, as I really am—tired from a long day but lit up from the second you walked in.

You know, I love the glamorous moments—the sparkle, the fashion, the laughter. But what I love more? This. Being with someone who sees me beyond the smile. Someone I can laugh with, cuddle close to, and trust with the parts of me that never make it into the pictures. I hope that’s you.

So come closer. Let me hold your hand in these long gloves that are a little too fancy for the mood, but somehow just right for tonight. Let your head rest on my shoulder, or lay down with me if you’d rather. I’ll hold you gently and let the world shrink down to just us—no pressure, no posing, no need for anything but the quiet sound of your breath and mine.

And if you need words, I’ll offer them. And if you need silence, I’ll protect it. Whatever you need, I’ll be here—draped in satin, maybe, but full of warmth. Just for you.