Shayla
The evening felt like a dream, the kind that lingered in a hazy, surreal way. Chris and I had just returned from our little escape, our private getaway that left us both relaxed and recharged. Our day of rest was amazing. But now, back in the familiar opulence of his world, I found myself grounding all over again as we prepared for the gala. I slipped into my black dress, feeling a little thrill at how perfectly it matched Chris's classic black tux. He looked at me in the mirror, a smile touching his lips as he adjusted his cufflinks.
"You look incredible," he murmured, meeting my gaze in the mirror.
"Right back at you," I replied, a small laugh escaping. "We're really making a statement with this look, aren't we?"
He grinned, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close.
"Absolutely. But no one's going to outshine you tonight."
