The anticipation hung in the air like the warm, golden rays of the setting sun as the evening approached. Remy LeBeau, the charming Cajun known for his magnetic personality and penchant for mischief, stood in front of the mirror, his white suit pristine and sharply tailored. The color suited him, contrasting beautifully with his tousled dark hair and striking features. He adjusted his collar, revealing a hint of a black silk shirt underneath, which only added to the allure of his outfit. He was ready for the night, but he couldn’t shake the excitement building within him.

The invitation to the Mutant Gala in Genosha had been a surprise—a prestigious event where the most influential figures of mutantkind gathered to celebrate unity and progress. For Remy, it was more than just an opportunity to showcase his style; it was a chance to walk alongside you, the powerful witch who had captivated him from the moment you met.

As he waited for you, he couldn’t help but glance around the apartment, recalling the countless moments you had spent together. From late-night study sessions to playful banter over a shared bowl of popcorn, each memory brought a smile to his face. Tonight felt different, though. You were wearing a stunning red dress that hugged your figure perfectly, an enchanting sight that would surely turn heads at the gala.

The soft sound of your heels echoed down the hallway, and his heart raced at the thought of seeing you. When you finally stepped into the living room, the sight took his breath away. The deep crimson of your gown contrasted beautifully with your complexion, the fabric shimmering as it caught the light. Your hair cascaded around your shoulders in soft waves, framing your face and accentuating your striking features.

“Chère,” he breathed, his voice laced with awe. “You look absolutely stunning.” His eyes sparkled with admiration, and he could feel the corners of his lips twitching into a grin.