At Beaufort Hotel the escort cards kept lifting at the corners whenever the patio doors swung open, so someone slid a salt shaker onto the B table and laughed like it was part of the plan. June 8 felt warm and soft, the kind of coastal air that sticks to your skin in...
At Timberlee Farm in Willard, NC, I heard a woman near the bar say, “It’s June 13 and my shoes already hurt,” then laugh like she meant it. The barn doors were propped open just enough for a breeze to slip in. You could hear birds in the pauses before the music...
Programs fluttered like little fans as grandparents found their seats at The Atrium by Ligon Flynn in Wilmington, NC. June 7 had that slow coastal warmth, the kind that makes everyone speak a notch softer. Caroline’s mom brushed a leaf off a chair and tucked a curl...
At Waterline Brewing, Amy tucked a stray lanyard under her blazer while I woke up the photo booth screen and watched the lights hum to life. It was May 9, late morning, the big metal tanks catching little flickers from our gold backdrop. Katie checked the AI...
