Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Morticia and I shared moonlit tea time in the courtyard. My attire was a gown reminiscent of dark ivy, entwined with moonstone beads. It was a nod to the lunar influence on our rituals.
As we sipped tea infused with herbs from the Addams garden, we discussed the finer details of Halloween preparations. Our conversation was a dance of shadows, filled with whispered enchantments.
Until the morrow, Wednesday