I will, Mrs. Sterling

Alexander stared at Cindy, trying to gauge her reaction. Was she really angry? Jealous? Upset that he'd met her favorite actress before she could? He couldn't tell, and for once, Alexander Sterling, the man who always had the answers, was at a loss.

"Cindy, are you... mad?" he ventured cautiously, his voice laced with uncertainty. "Or jealous?"

Cindy crossed her arms and huffed, turning her head away from him. "I just can't believe you danced with Sandra Monroe, of all people! I've been dying to meet her, and you get to waltz with her at some fancy gala like it's no big deal."

Alexander's eyes widened. He hadn't expected this. "Wait, so you're upset because I met Sandra Monroe first?"

Cindy nodded, still pouting, her bottom lip jutting out in a way that Alexander found irresistibly cute. "It's not fair! You get to dance with all these stars and I'm stuck here, just your boring wife who hasn't met anyone."