Katherine’s POV.
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains as I carefully pulled on my black gown, admiring how the sequins caught the light.
As I twisted my hair into a loose updo, Adrian walked in from the bathroom, adjusting the collar of his black shirt. He glanced at me with a playful smile.
“Well, well, don’t we look fancy today?” he teased, his eyes scanning the glittering gown I had picked out for the day.
I grinned at him through the mirror, smoothing the fabric down. “What can I say? Paris brings out the glamor in me.”
He walked up behind me, slipping his arms around my waist, and kissed my cheek. “You always look glamorous, love. I love the red lipstick.”
I turned to face him, straightening his collar. “Thank you. Ready to head out? I think the kids are alread
