Hollywood and Vine
Red Carpet
Morning light spilled through the linen curtains in a soft haze, casting golden warmth across the kitchen tiles and the worn rug beneath the breakfast table. The house was quiet, but not still—there was movement in the rhythm of shared life. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with the faint citrus of Sam’s shampoo, still lingering in the hallway. A pan soaked in the sink from last night’s late dinner, and two mugs sat side by side on the counter