bello angels.. 🪽♡ i have borne witness to a ripple of liquid brilliance that the sun carries! it was.. ardent enough to brush my skin and coax my mien gleam in such splendor. truly, such light bears a blessing, granting the beauty that casts itself upon my silhouette. tehe.. and i do believe you’d affirm such thought as well, right? ;3 oh.. do excuse the playful curve of my lips.. for i know it tempts you inward! still.. passing a glimpse won’t let your heart cease a beat unless you let your beads linger for too long.. i’ve warned you! the captivation may ensnare you entirely!!!!

Saturday night and you might find Rochéveil's Anton and Hjërt's Wonyoung sitting close, side by side with words that are loud enough to be heard by them. The sky was pouring before the night, yet the sound of glass clinking, moment of talk and how their hands holding feels warm enough to tone down the chilly night.

Just before they end their meal, the waitress comes to give them a surprise, that moment catches Hjërt's Wonyoung smile and gets more excited, and those moments will not slip easily as Rochéveil's Anton is smiling while recording the moment.

It was such a great time for both. Head leanings and great laughter. They sure know that the upcoming “table for two” will be set around the corner, just for them two.

The little ones are all caught up in their personal activities, leaving their eldest unoccupied. Thus, he opted to jump into the swalla-la-la trend—hoping it could be a boost for the babies, and perhaps a small treat for the dearest angels of mine, too. Tell me, oh angels, are there any other dance trends I should do? ;9

Hjërt's ricky waving my hand for the very first time here… how do i look, my dear angels? Don't i shimmer just a little brighter with these jewels resting so sweetly upon me? Don’t you think i might—just perhaps—be able to tug ever so softly at your heart with these pictures? After all, i was holding angels in my hands… and angels, too, bloom like flowers.

To my sweet, sweet Angels—I have a tiny confession: my curls have already decided to retire for the evening, leaving me as straight-haired as can be. But honestly? It's been such a lovely, golden day otherwise that I can't even be mad at them. Now, I find myself wondering about all of you—how has your day been treating you, Angels?