* * * Mirroring myself—a perfect reflection of serenity and grace. It’s all about finding beauty in stillness. 😌

The mirror shows two of you.

A tilt of the head, slow as silk, and suddenly your gaze settles on her bare ankle, warm skin beneath a lavender print. A shiver traces its way up her spine, light as falling snow. Her lips part slightly, just enough to catch the curve of your chin.

When you lift a hand, hesitant, graceful—almost like offering the world—she leans in, willingly.