Dahlia carefully pinned the gold brooch, adorned with a single red gemstone, onto the lapel of Sullivan's oversized overcoat. Her delicate fingers lingered for a moment, adjusting the accessory as Sullivan watched her intently, his affectionate gaze softening his usual sharp demeanor.
"Why are you making me wear this?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and teasing as his eyes stayed locked on hers.
"Can't I do that?" Dahlia murmured, her tone light yet warm, as she withdrew her hands from his coat, her fingertips brushing against the fabric one last time.
"It's just a dinner," Sullivan pointed out, raising a brow, though his lips twitched in the hint of a smile.
"And?" Dahlia tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Don't you think we're a bit overdressed?" he pressed, gesturing subtly to their refined attire.
"No," she replied firmly, her voice carrying a playful authority. "We're dressed perfectly."
