Hand in hand, we walked inside, the warm glow of the theater lights welcoming us. The scent of buttered popcorn filled the air, and the quiet hum of anticipation buzzed around us. Alicia's excitement was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile as she led me toward the entrance of the screening hall.
"Come on, Sir Arthur. Let's see if this knight and princess can win you over."
"Fine," I said with a grin. "But I doubt they can compete with the real princess I'm already with."
Her cheeks flushed at the compliment, and she squeezed my hand. "Smooth talker."
"Only for you," I said, winking as we stepped into the theater, ready to lose ourselves in a story—cliché or not.
At the entrance, a guard approached, his eyes respectfully lowering as he asked, "May I see your ticket, sir?"
Arthur smoothly pulled out his pad, the sleek display lighting up as he showed the VIP pass. The guard's demeanor shifted instantly. "Right this way, noble guests."
