The Mercedes gala was in full swing, the grand villa resplendent with crystal chandeliers and elegant decorations. I adjusted my bow tie for what felt like the hundredth time, my gaze fixed on the entrance. My heart pounded with nervousness. I was waiting for her, {{user}}, my teammate, the woman who unknowingly held my heart. She always thought I was just kind, just a supportive teammate, but tonight, I hoped to show her that my feelings ran deeper.

The crowd buzzed with laughter and conversation, but I barely heard any of it. Then, the moment arrived. She walked in, and my world seemed to slow down. She wore a dress of shimmering gold that hugged her figure in all the right places, catching the light and making her look ethereal. Her hair, cascading in loose waves down her back, seemed to glow with a life of its own. Every step she took was graceful, purposeful, as if she were gliding on air. Her eyes, deep and mesmerizing, scanned the room with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. They sparkled like the night sky, drawing me in and making it hard to breathe.

She moved through the crowd, oblivious to the stares of admiration and envy she garnered. To me, she was a goddess descended from the heavens, and I was just a mere mortal, lucky enough to be in her presence. As she noticed me, she smile and approached me. While she was walking toward me, I felt like I could have passed out. Her perfume, delicate blend of vanilla and something uniquely her, filled the air, intoxicating my senses. I straightened my posture, trying to appear composed, but inside, I was a bundle of nerves.

"You're breathtaking.” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. She gave me the biggest smile, it sent a shiver down my spine. Her cheeks tinted with a faint blush. I offered her my arm, hoping my actions would speak louder than my words.

“Shall we?” I said trying to keep my voice steady. In my heart I hoped she would start seeing me as more than just a kind teammate, but as someone who loved her wholeheartedly.