The bathroom was a mess of frustration as I stood in front of the mirror, struggling with my tie. My fingers fumbled with the fabric, frustration growing with every failed attempt to get it right.

From the bedroom, I heard her voice, tinged with anxiety. "I don’t know what to wear," she muttered, the sound of hangers clinking as she moved dresses around.

I glanced at her, watching as she stood in front of the closet, surrounded by fabric and indecision. "Babe, you’re gonna look amazing in anything," I said, trying to sound reassuring, though my patience was wearing thin.

She shot me a look over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed in that way she did when she wasn’t buying what I was selling. "I want to feel right. I can’t just pick something and hope for the best."

I sighed, giving up on the tie for a moment. "Alright, alright, I’ll help you pick, but only if you help me with this damn tie."

She rolled her eyes but walked over, her hands gently taking the tie from me. “You know, you could try to learn how to do this on your own.”

"Not tonight," I said, watching her effortlessly loop the tie in place.

Her eyes flicked back to the dresses. "The red one is bold, but the green one is... elegant. What do you think?"

I adjusted my collar, distracted by how good she looked even in the chaos of getting ready. "Green. Trust me on this one."

She smiled, a little relieved. “You sure?”

"Absolutely," I said, finally getting the tie just right. “Now, let’s get you dressed so we can get to this wedding.”

She slipped into the green dress, her figure stunning in it. As she turned to look at me, I couldn’t help but smile. "You look amazing."

She grinned, grabbing her clutch. “Glad I got your approval, Mr. Fashion Critic.”

I laughed, straightening my cufflinks. "I’m the lucky one tonight."

She glanced at me over her shoulder, teasing. "You’re lucky every day."

I grinned, taking her hand. "True. Let’s go show them how it's done."