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I take the opportunity to rake my eyes over every inch of her. She’s wearing a tailored-to-perfection emerald evening gown with a long flowing skirt and a slit to her mid-thigh. The wide V neckline gives me the most spectacular view of her full breasts. Just modest enough for public, but just scandalous enough to make everyone envious of me.
Stepping behind her, I lean down to run my nose along the column of her neck and inhale her peachy scent behind her ear. “I see something I love.”
“I love you too,” she hums, placing her hand behind my neck to keep me in place as I kiss a trail across her warm skin. “Are you sure we’re not overdressed?”
“What?” I tease, now kissing along her shoulder. “Are my matching pants and black velvet tuxedo jacket too much?”
“For a company holiday party? Yeah, I’d say so,” she giggles.
Months ago, I requested our company holiday party be moved up a couple weeks to accommodate Angie’s due date. Even though she’s not due until after Christmas, there’s a strong chance she could deliver earlier, so I wanted to make sure this night happened for us.
“It’s black tie tonight,” I remind her. “Plus, Jay’s going to be there, so you know he’s dressing to the nines and making Marco and Cora do the same.”
“That’s true. I do feel pretty. This might be the last time we do something like this for a long time.”
Taking my lips away, I watch her in the mirror again and I hum, “Mmm, maybe. Are you ready?”
“I think so,” she says, then turns to face me. “Let’s go.”
I take her hand and lead her down the cottage-core hallway and wrap-around wooden staircase down to our Gothic front foyer and living room. One day last week, I woke up to find Angie reading in her mushroom and crystal-adorned library, looking so peaceful it melted my heart. When I sat down next to her and placed my head in her lap, she stroked my hair with one hand then abruptly asked if she made a huge mistake with the clashing design choices.
“No,” I said. “Weird and eclectic is kind of our thing.”
“Aren’t you worried about the resale value?”
“No,” I said. “All its value comes from our happiness.”
When we get to the bottom floor, Angie tries to steer us to the side door off the kitchen to head to the garage, but I stop her. “Hold on” I say, letting go of her arm and stepping toward the front door. “Wait right here and close your eyes.”
“What are you doing?”
“Just do it.”
Closing her eyes, she sighs, “Alright.”
I open the door and step out on the covered porch, then shut the door behind me. I grab the corsage and matching boutonniere I have sitting out here, then ring the doorbell with a shit-eating grin.
When she answers the door, the exact reaction I hope she will have washes over her. “Gasp,” she whispers.
“Angie Johanssen, will you go to prom with me?”
“Shut. Up,” she bellows, but her stunned features morph quickly into tears. Stepping into action, I take a clean handkerchief from my pocket I got specifically for this reason and dab under her eyes.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” she sniffles.
I slip the corsage on her wrist and she pins the boutonniere to my lapel. This simple moment alone is already more meaningful than every single second I spent at prom last time.
Covering her shoulders with her dress coat that doesn’t fit around her waist anymore, we then step onto the porch to find a sleek black town car idling and a chauffeur standing outside, waiting for us.
“You hired a driver?” she beams.
“I had to make it authentic,” I shrug.
“Good evening, folks,” our driver smiles, holding the door open for us. “Welcome. My name is Leonard. Please help yourself to the sparkling juice and charcuterie. We’ll be at your destination right on time.”
“Thank you,” we both say, sliding into the back seat. It’s only the beginning of tonight, but already I have butterflies and a smug satisfaction at how well this is turning out.
