La vida

The evening light filtered softly through the lace curtains. Emily set two plates on the table and glanced

There was this woman, Charlotte, who fancied a bloke named James. Proper smitten, she was—couldn’t stop

The evening light filtered gently through the lace curtains. Emma set two plates on the table and glanced

Alice froze when she heard her mother-in-law’s words. Her fingers went slack, and the tray crashed onto

**Diary Entry – 12th October** I fancied a man once. Truly fancied him. There was something about him—his

“Fancy some bangers or scrambled eggs?” asked Eleanor. William sat at the table, scrolling

The icy wind cut through the air like needles, but George felt nothing. Inside him, everything had frozen—his

The shrill ring of the doorbell cut through the quiet flat. Lucy tossed her apron aside, wiped her hands

**Diary Entry** *Saturday Morning* A knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I opened it to find

**Wednesday, 12th May** *”Would you like sausages or scrambled eggs?”* Emily asked, balancing