Stephen's POV
Bianca and I were dressed to impress, radiating confidence with every step we took. Despite her determined effort to look flawless, I could sense the subtle nerves bubbling beneath her composed facade.
"How do I look?" she asked for the fifth time that evening, a hint of uncertainty creeping into her voice.
"You look absolutely stunning, honey. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about; I'm right here with you," I reassured her, leaning in to plant a firm kiss on her forehead.
After her final touch-up, we stepped out into the crisp evening air and slid into the waiting car. The thrill of the night ahead wrapped around us as we approached dinner.
The drive to the mansion was brief, and as we rolled down the long driveway, the sight of several cars parked nearby signaled that this was more than just a family dinner.
"We're here, ma'am," the driver announced, and a surge of anticipation coursed through me. This was it.
