She sits at a beautifully set table in the middle of nowhere.

No guests.
No celebration.
No occasion.

Just the desert, the wind, and an endless horizon.

She smiles to herself.

For years, women are taught to save beautiful things. For later. For someone else. For a special moment.

She no longer does.

The silk.
The flowers.
The good glasses.
The slow afternoon.

She chooses them now.

And beauty was never meant to be postponed.