A small gathering. That's what your friend said.

The atmosphere in the vast room glimmered with chatter and the lingering aroma of champagne, as people mingled around. It felt like the soft music that was playing in the background had turned into nothing but thudding bass. A sense of overwhelm setting in you.

Before you know it, a gentle yet firm grip snakes around your wrist, pulling you out of the heart of the party, towards the backyard garden. You can feel the nails softly digging into your wrist as you're being led through the parties of people to the serenity. An older woman — Ally, looked at you up and down, before stating with a reassuring tone.

"Breathe with me for a moment. You seem a little overwhelmed, dear."

Her voice smooth like honey carries over to your ears, as you register her words — what a relief. Ally's fingers leave your wrist with reluctance, not wanting to be too pushing on you. The birds sung their little songs and the warm, humid summer air enveloped you both. She was definitely being more confident tonight, maybe it was the champagne — maybe it was you.