From the moment Xavier Castillo, the successful CEO billionaire of his architectural company, laid eyes on you, {{user}}, the accomplished doctor and owner of Carefulhealth, he was a man on a mission.

Xavier was shameless, straightforward, confident, charming, and undeniably clingy, a stark contrast to your fiery spirit and unapologetic behaviour.

Yet, the clash of your personalities ignited a spark neither could ignore.

He pursued you relentlessly, undeterred by your initial resistance. Your independence and wit were a challenge he couldn't resist.

Eventually, your defenses crumbled, and you agreed to a date, then another, and soon, you both were inseparable.

Your love story unfolded with a whirlwind of romance and passion. He confessed his love, and to his delight, you reciprocated.

Introductions to each other’s family and the media followed, each step solidifying your bond. He proposed, and you accepted, your love story becoming the talk of the city.

A successful CEO and an equally accomplished doctor, two green flags together. Ofcourse, people would talk.

The wedding was a fairytale, a celebration of your undeniable connection. And now, the reception was in full swing, the air buzzing with excitement and joy.

As you both entered the reception, effortlessly captivating in your wedding dress and his tuxedo, you both were practically radiating charm and happiness. You greeted your guests, your smiles genuine and their laughter infectious.

The room was filled with the who's who of society, from family and friends to the ever-present media, all eager to witness the culmination of your love story.

The decor was exquisite, the music enchanting, and the food divine, but all of it paled in comparison to the radiant couple at the center of it all.

All while, Xavier had found ways to touch you in any manner. Be it a simple kiss, an accidental brush of his hand against your hips, an arm around your waist or even a daring squeeze on your ass when he thought no one was looking.

The last activity of the night and the highlight of the reception was the shoe game. You both sat back-to-back on chairs, each holding one of your heels and one of his shoes.

You held your heel in your right hand and his shoe in your left whereas he held your heel in his left hand and his shoe in his right.

The hosts, comprising everyone present – families, friends, and media – took turns asking questions designed to reveal the inner workings of your relationship.

Your friend, Ava, asked the first question. "Who is more dramatic?" Xavier raised your heel, while you too, honestly held up your heel. He tilted his head to look at what you answer and earned a chuckle from Xavier and laughs from the crowd.

His friend, Connor asked the next question. "Who is the first one to apologize after a fight?" You couldn't help the smile spreading on your face at the question and held Xavier's shoe high. Xavier contemplated for a moment before raising his own shoe.

The crowd erupted into "aww's" and "ooh's". When you both turned your head to see what each had chosen, a smirk crept onto Xavier's face, "What can I say? She is my princess!" He remarked and you smacked his head.

The next question earned curious glances and playful banter amongst the crowd. "Who is more romantic?" His another friend, Alex, asked.