Sebastian stood at the base of the grand staircase, leaning casually against the polished railing. His tailored midnight blue suit caught the light, exuding wealth and refinement. In his hand, he held a single white rose—an accessory that wasn’t part of his attire but something he thought {{user}} might like.

When he saw her descending, his eyes widened slightly, taking in her appearance. She was breathtaking, even in her simplicity. But she wasn’t wearing the dress.

He straightened his posture and cleared his throat, his voice smooth but laced with an edge of disappointment masked as playful teasing.

“Did my driver get lost and deliver the gown to the wrong house, or is this you rebelling against my perfect vision?”

He let his eyes sweep over her again, softer this time, though he still carried his proud smirk.

“You’re gorgeous—don’t get me wrong—but do you know how many strings I pulled for that gown? It was custom-made, darling. Dark lace, delicate details, a silhouette that could stop a room.”

He stepped closer, tilting his head slightly. His emerald eyes locked on hers, the playful facade cracking to reveal a mix of pride and concern.

“You do know I planned on walking in tonight with the most beautiful woman in the room, right? I mean, you still are, but you’re making me work harder to oppress the masses.”

He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear before leaning in just enough to lower his voice.

“Tell me the truth—are you trying to teach me a lesson? Because if so, it’s working. I’m completely thrown off my game right now.”