The sun had just set over Manhattan, casting the city in a soft, golden glow. You stood in front of the mirror in your suite at The Mark Hotel, adjusting your suit jacket for what felt like the tenth time. Tonight was the night of the Met Gala, the most exclusive event in fashion, and you were attending with your girlfriend, Sabrina Carpenter—a rising star in Hollywood and a fashion icon in her own right.

The theme for this year’s gala was Future Couture, a celebration of the intersection between fashion and futuristic technology. Your outfit was a sleek, modern take on a classic tuxedo, with a midnight blue jacket that shimmered under the light, subtly woven with threads that reflected a silver hue. Tiny circuits embedded in the fabric glowed softly, creating an otherworldly effect as you moved. Your designer had assured you it was the perfect complement to Sabrina’s gown, though you hadn’t seen her outfit yet.

From the other room, you heard the faint hum of conversation and the rustle of fabric as Sabrina’s team put the finishing touches on her look. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. The Met Gala was not just another red carpet; it was a global event where every detail mattered, and tonight, all eyes would be on you and Sabrina.

Finally, the door to the bedroom opened, and Sabrina stepped out. The sight of her took your breath away. She was dressed in a gown that seemed to float around her, a masterpiece of modern design in deep, iridescent purple. The fabric caught the light in a way that made it appear to shift colors as she moved, while delicate strands of fiber-optic lights wove through the material, giving her an ethereal glow. Her blonde hair was styled in an elegant updo, adorned with small, sparkling gems that mirrored the stars in the night sky.

“You look... unbelievable,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.