80 Embers of Desire

The news of Damon's return brought an unexpected surge of excitement to Lia's day. Anticipation bubbled within her as she went about her routine, each passing moment heightening her eagerness to see him again. Lia hummed to herself while preparing for the evening. Her usual meticulousness gave way to a delightful impatience. She found herself checking the time repeatedly, as if willing it to fast forward. As the clock ticked closer to Damon's expected arrival, Lia's excitement reached its peak. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, offering a satisfied nod. Lia: "Tonight's the night! No more empty mansion, no more voicemails. Just Damon." She practically skipped through the rooms, setting the stage for the evening. Candles were lit, and a hint of nervous energy lingered in the air. The atmosphere buzzed with a mix of emotions, from anticipation to a tinge of uncertainty. In the midst of her excitement, Lia delved into her wardrobe, determined to make Damon's return a memo