#fivepointe

the coffee table had been transformed into a tiny sanctuary for the evening. a bottle of wine sat uncorked beside a small bowl of snacks, a couple of face masks waited to be opened, and a candle flickered softly in the corner of the room while quiet music drifted through the house. soledad emerged from the kitchen carrying two glasses before handing one over with an easy smile. “doctor's orders,” she announced, lifting the face masks in her other hand. “and before you ask, yes, i'm the doctor.” a soft laugh escaped her as she set everything down. “which means my professional opinion is that we both desperately needed a night like this.”

settling down beside them, she reached for a nail file she'd already set aside for the evening before extending her hand toward them expectantly. “okay, give me your hand, sugar.” her smile softened as she gently wiggled her fingers, waiting for them to place theirs in her own. “you are not allowed to protest either. tonight is all about being taken care of.” she reached for a quick sip of wine before holding her hand back out, gently smiling at the other. “now, the important question…what color did you pick?"