Fiona stood in front of the mirror, pulling her hair up with a sigh. “Remind me why I agreed to this again?”

“Because you deserve a break,” you said, stepping behind her, fingers gently taking over as you fixed her hair. “And because I asked.”

She caught your eyes in the mirror and softened. “You’ve got a way of asking that’s hard to say no to.”

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “That’s because I know what you need before you do.”

Fiona turned, eyes searching yours. “And what do I need right now?”

You leaned in, close enough to kiss. “Me.”

She didn’t answer—not with words. Just a kiss, slow and certain, like she’d been waiting all week for this moment.

The party could wait a little longer.