Party Time

Chris

"Okay. Let's go."

I blinked, caught off guard. "Really?"

She nodded, a playful glint in her eye. "Yeah. Why not? But I have questions. Is it secure? How private are we talking? I'm not walking into something that's going to end up on a tabloid front page, am I?"

I chuckled, relieved and impressed by her confidence. "It's very private. Invitations are tightly controlled, and there's a strict no-photos policy. Security is high-end. But if it makes you feel better, we can take one of the bodyguards."

She tapped her chin, considering. "Let's take Sara."

"Done," I said, my grin widening. "You're amazing, you know that?"

She laughed softly, brushing her hand against my cheek. "You say that like I had any doubts. Now, what do I wear to something like this?"