LIZA
The air smelled like salt and smoke from the bonfire, laughter echoing along the beach as music pulsed through the speakers. Everyone was glowing under the orange hue of the flames, faces flushed from dancing and a few too many shots.
Yannie and I had been part of the chaos—jumping, laughing, clinking our glasses, letting the tequila warm our veins. My head felt a little light, my cheeks warm. The world wasn’t spinning, just… swaying gently, like the tide.
“Okay, okay, last one!” Yannie said, holding up her phone. We leaned close together, still giggling. “Sabrina’s gonna regret missing this!”
“Yeah,” I laughed breathlessly. “She totally would’ve loved this night.”
We posed, made a short video of us shouting her name, showing off the glowing lights, and dancing like idiots before
