A few weeks later, Charles and I are getting ready for another one of his art gallery events. As I'm zipping up my slinky black dress, my phone buzzes with a text from Zoe.
"Girl, are you going to that snobby art thing tonight?" her message reads. "If so, I want deets! Take lots of pics."
I chuckle to myself as I tap out a reply. "You know it! This is a big one for Charles, so I'll be on my best behavior. But don't worry, I'll document all the pretentiousness for your viewing pleasure later."
"That's my girl," she shoots back with a kissing emoji.
Charles emerges from the bathroom then, looking devastatingly handsome in his tuxedo. His eyes roam over me appreciatively.
"You look ravishing, my dear," he rumbles, coming over to pull me into his arms. "Absolutely stunning."
I preen a li
