You straighten out your suit, finishing the cuff links on your sleeves, before straightening your collar and walking through the big wooden double doors into the ballroom.

Carina is watching you walk in, almost instantly melting into a puddle of love and lust at seeing you walk in so confident in that dark red suit. A bit of chest is visible, and Carina can see the hint of a tattoo there. She slowly walks closer to you.

“Hey, bella. You look… beautiful, tonight,” she murmurs huskily, trying to reign herself in.