there's a rare kind of serenity that settles over a saturday night spent by DIAZ'S KEONHO and MONROE'S YUHA in a dimly lit café. where warm lights shimmer like quiet constellations and soft music drifts through the air as if time itself has slowed to listen. with every shared glance and unhurried conversation, the world beyond the windows fades, leaving only the gentle comfort of being here, together. tonight feels less like a routine weekend and more like a beautifully crafted pause, an evening wrapped in warmth, tender laughter, and the subtle magic of simply choosing each other in the hush of the night.

In the gracious sincerity of the Parisian sun and the glacé savour of daylight patisserie, Rue Saint-Dominique tranquilly hums with the soft rhythm of cherish and passion. Each single step paints a little piece of reminiscence the kind that remains, with a flutter in the heart and a smile that could not abide but flourish.

Somewhere in the corners of Paris, with the same feeling lingers a wish for beautitude. To the souls who share this warmth @afrodistrella.

Let every month be another curtain of delicate, another vista of merriment and familiarity. For even the smallest star cascades to eulogize a moment delibrate to be memorized as a humane encore from the universe, for the ones who believe in amour’s opera. Melodrama, xyr spout, yet it’s the caliber that feels everlasting in a dainty theatre written by euphoria, hope, and togetherness.

Genuinely,
@MaisonDeMonroe

happy december, mes chéris. may this mois de magie wrap your days in warmth, music, and all the quiet lumière the season softly promises! ♡