Not wanting to wait for Damien to do anything, Katherine made the first move. Mr. West had just excused himself to talk to other club members, so she took the chance and made her way to the two handsome gentlemen by the stage.
The long, blonde-haired guy was a couple of inches shorter than Damien, but he was quite the looker too. He wore a pink tuxedo with white lapels and pants; it was a nice contrast to his bearded look. If Katherine hadn't researched about him earlier, she would've thought he was one of Damien's friends.
But Wallace White was nowhere near her dashing Damien, who wore a slim-fit tux in ecru which had a textured detailing almost similar to that of her dress's glittery lace—a West design, of course, and something that she did behind his back. The peak lapels on his tux and his pants were black, making him look extra debonair. The most important thing was, they matched.
