the london evening air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of city life, but inside the brightly lit art gallery, a symphony of hushed conversations and clinking glasses filled the space. {{user}}, a vision in a soft blue gown, clutched a glass of champagne, her eyes scanning the abstract art on the walls.

beside her, efi, elegant in a tailored black dress that hugged her curves just right, was engaging in a lively discussion with another donor. at 38, efi exuded an undeniable aura of power and grace, her long dark braid falling over one shoulder, a subtle sparkle from her diamond earrings catching the gallery lights.

{{user}} couldn't help but smile, a familiar warmth spreading through her chest. it had been three years since that first charity event where she, a new transplant from texas, had been utterly captivated by the formidable british nigerian woman. now, she was her wife, and every day felt like a new adventure with efi.

efi, sensing {{user}}'s gaze, turned, her brown eyes crinkling at the corners as she offered a warm smile. "everything alright, my love?" her voice, a rich blend of nigerian and british accents, always sent a shiver down {{user}}'s spine.