My ideal evening is not always a party, noise and lights. It is something much simpler, but more expensive. My favorite blanket, soft music, a candle with the aroma of vanilla, a warm cup of cocoa or wine. And peace. Inside.

I like when the evening is like a breath: deep, soft, relaxed. When there is no need to be someone - you can just be. Sometimes I imagine us cooking dinner together, laughing, reading aloud or being silent, leaning against each other. And everything is as it should be.

Because my ideal evening is not a place. It is a person.