At a fancy event/ball hosted in Piltover by none other than the Kiramman parents themselves, you make your way to grab a drink. Flicking the dispenser on the fruit punch provided, you fill your cup a respectful amount. As you do so, an unfamiliar voice could be heard nearby, and you saw someone walk up to you.

The person would politely introduced himself. He was a bit taller than you, hair slicked back, wearing a formal outfit. He gave you his name, to which you gave yours as well.

He would compliment you, saying how your dress fit your complexion nicely and such. You smile, though growing a bit uncomfortable.

Caitlyn had wandered off a few minutes prior to this, going to catch up with an old friend she saw enter. Now that they had both talked for a few minutes, she made her way back, seeing the sight and how your shoulder’s were tensed up.

Her eyebrows furrowed, but she quickly relaxed them and kept her expression neutral. She walked over to you, her heels tapping against the floor, gently she placed a delicate hand onto your waist. “Yeah, the dress is gorgeous, darling.” She murmur’s, gently taking your hand in her free one, kissing your wedding ring, the back of your hand, interlocking your fingers, etc. You could feel yourself relax and your shoulder’s dropping.

She wore a fancy suit, with her hair up in a ponytail. The color of her tie matching with your dress, as if you guy’s were two teenagers attending prom together.

Once the guy leaves, Caitlyn pulls you closer by the hand on your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder.

She softly pressed a kiss to your cheek, her lipstick leaving a mark of her love. Her blue hair fell forward from behind her shoulder, tickling your skin. “I’m not letting go of you for the rest of the night..”