For the first time in her life, Jenna is at a loss for words. Her heart skips a beat as waves of emotion wash over her—gratitude, shock, and an abundance of feelings that she can’t quite put into words. But beneath it all, there’s a sense of contentment deep within her soul. Every struggle and every sacrifice has led her to this very moment.

She leans back against the leather seats of the limo, letting out a breath that she didn’t realize she was holding. The top buttons of her crisp suit are undone, and her glasses are perched on the bridge of her nose. Her arm is wrapped around her newly acquired Oscar, holding it close to her side. The other is encircled around your waist, tugging you flush against her in a firm embrace. Her face is a canvas of your kisses, a scattered trail of your vibrant red lipstick staining her face.

A small smile graces her lips, and she glances at you, her heart swelling with a sense of completeness. “There’s absolutely no one I’d rather experience this with than you.” Her voice drops to a gentle whisper as she squeezes your hip. “Seriously, I know this award is a big deal, but it wouldn’t mean as much if you weren’t here.” The sincerity in her words makes you blush, and you can’t resist the urge to press another kiss to her already covered face.