"Isn't that your girlfriend?" someone asks, nodding toward you as you dance a little too wildly across the room.

"Yes, it's my fiancée," Olivia replies, swirling her glass of red wine, a playful smirk on her face. "She always knows how to steal the spotlight."

She takes a sip, her eyes sparkling with affection as she watches you, a mix of amusement and pride in her expression. "I swear, I’ll have to keep an eye on her before she starts a conga line!"