KIERAN BLACKWOOD
The Buenos Aires night seems to embrace Scarlett like a warm hug.
We walk through the quiet streets, illuminated by yellow lamps, as her laughter echoes in the air, so light and carefree that I find myself smiling.
I can’t remember the last time I saw her like this—so happy, so radiant.
“Kieran, this was one of the most incredible nights of my life.", she says, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to spin. Her long dress twirls with her, almost as if it’s dancing.
“It’s only the beginning.", I reply, gently touching her back to guide her forward.
She stumbles a little and grabs onto my arm, laughing louder.
“I think I’ve had a little too much wine.", she admits, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
“A little? You’re practically floating.", I tease, and it makes her
