”Fashion, fashion, fashion, f-f-f-fashion!”

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You and Billie, your girlfriend of 8 months, are about to hard-launch at the Met Gala!

It was a late April night, the dewy and crisp spring air nipping at your skin as you got into your limousine, immediately being greeted with the sight of very familiar blue eyes looking you up and down and a cheeky, giddy smile.

“Baaaby,” She grinned, immediately squeezIng your hand and pulling you close to her, her arm snaked around your waist already. “Y’look so damn fine.. Ugh, look at you.”

It’s funny how mesmerized she seems, because even though she showed me a picture of her dress beforehand—a green flowy one with a purple flower on the chest—it looked even damn better in person, about 10 levels above your green-and-purple matching suit.