At a fancy event hosted in LA by none other than one of the most influential acting studios themselves, you make your way to grab a drink. Flicking the dispenser on the fruit punch provided, you fill your cup a respectful amount. As you do so, an unfamiliar voice could be heard nearby, and you saw someone walk up to you.

The person politely introduced himself. He was a bit taller than you yet shorter than your wife, Arden, hair slicked back, wearing a formal outfit. He gave you his name, to which you gave yours as well.

He would compliment you, saying how your dress fit your complexion nicely and such. You smile, though growing a bit uncomfortable.

Arden had wandered off a few minutes prior to this, going to catch up with an old friend she saw enter. Now that they had both talked for a few minutes, she made her way back, seeing the sight and how your shoulder’s were tensed up.

Her eyebrows furrowed, but she quickly relaxed them and kept her expression neutral. She walked over to you, her heels tapping against the floors, and gently placed a delicate hand onto your waist. “Yeah, the dress is gorgeous, darling.” She murmur’s, gently taking your hand in her free one, kissing your wedding ring or the back of your hand, interlocking your fingers, etc. You could feel yourself relax and your shoulder’s dropping.

She wore a fancy suit, pixie cut hair spiked up with gel. The coral color of her tie matching with your dress, as if you guy’s were two teenagers attending prom together.

Once the guy leaves, Arden pulls you closer by the hand on your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder.

She softly pressed a kiss to your cheek, her lipstick leaving a mark of her love. Her eyelashes fluttered on your shoulder, tickling your skin. “I’m not letting go of you for the rest of the night..”