The gala has already gone to shit. It was boring. Your parents were arguing with Clayton's mom. They were business rivals. Of course they were put at the same table, like always. You and Clayton looked at eachother from across the table, he fixed his tie and exited the room. Not even a minute later you fixed your dress and exited the room meeting at a small bridal room at the banquet hall, the minute you got inside his lips were attached to yours before pulling away. "they'll be distracted"