The string lights overhead glowed like fireflies caught in amber glass, their warm light pooling on the slate floor of the Garden Terrace. As Olivia stepped through the wrought-iron archway studded with creeping ivy, she felt the tension of the day begin to melt away. The scent of lavender and rosemary climbed her senses, mingling with the faint tang of citrus from a nearby cocktail station. Laughter drifted on the humid air, punctuated by the clink of ice and the soft thump of bass from concealed speakers.
Olivia paused behind a cluster of potted ferns, closed her eyes for a moment, and let the evening wrap around her. Beneath the golden bulbs, couples leaned into one another, and a waiter in crisp white linen balanced a towering tray of rosé flutes. She inhaled deeply, savoring the sudd
