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It was one of those evenings when time seemed to stand still.
The living room was bathed in soft, subdued light and the soft music in the background merged with the gentle clinking of glasses.
The party was small and intimate, just close friends who had known each other for as long as they could remember.

She lifted the glass with the sparkling drink to her lips, letting it slide gently against the rim of her mouth as she gazed dreamily into the depths of the glass.
The sweet scent of the cocktail reached her nose, a hint of fruit and mystery.

There was no loud laughter, no wild dancing, just this quiet, intimate togetherness.
A touch here, a look there – everyone knew that this moment was unique.
Her gaze was pensive, as if she was somewhere else entirely for a moment, lost in thoughts that belonged only to her.

A faint smile flitted across her lips as she set the glass down again, and in that moment it was as if the world existed only for her – and for the sparkling cocktail in her hand.