52 Engagement Party 1 (1/2)

”How do I look, Lucius?”

Milana blocked Ci-ci's path to the door, asking for what seemed like the millionth time about her dress.

Truth be told, she looked absolutely stunning. She wore a delicate brown gown that clung to her torso but fanned outward below. Her beautiful, glistening and healthy brunette hair seemed to shine with hints of gold as it was held up by an elegant braid. Even her accessories were the pinnacle of perfection, not too flashy, but complimenting her warm and adorable appearance.

Ci-ci couldn't have asked for anything else, she truly made his heart flutter uncontrollably.

This time, Ci-ci didn't answer, he only took her into his arms and kissed her gently, knowing that she'd make a fuss about her cherry lipstick if he went too far.

”Pinnacle of perfection.” Ci-ci said with a bright smile, enjoying Milana's adorable pout. ”I know you're nervous, but there's nothing to be worried about. We'll go wish the couple our best, eat a little and leave. It'll be over before you know it.”

Milana nodded obediently before following Ci-ci out and into the sleek white range rover waiting for them. She had always been a clean freak, not to mention a perfectionist. It was a miracle that Ci-ci could even get her out of the house.

Still, she was happy. She knew that her Lucius' line of work was very much hinged on social events like this one. As his woman, she had to put her best foot forward and help ease the process.

When she was young, her mother would often go over these sorts of etiquette driven things with her, so she was very much familiar with them.

Milana blushed to herself as Ci-ci helped her into the passenger side. 'How nice would it be for those invitation cards to read 'Mr. and Mrs. Grant' one day…'

It seemed Milana had caught the bug all women did when attending such wedding-related events. She couldn't help but think of the future.

**

”Welcome, yes, it's nice to see you Mayor.” Isabella stood along a path of a grand estate owned by the Cox family, personally greeting guests along with her husband-to-be.

Isabella was dressed beautifully, as one might expect. Her dark skin glistened with an afterglow that hid the chaotic state of her mind, while her elegant dark royal blue dress did the rest.

'Fake it 'till you make it.' She whispered to herself for the umpteenth time.

Her fiancé, Dalton Cox, stood by her side. He was a handsome young man with warm eyes and a kind smile that seemed to invite everyone into his fold. But, at the moment, he was worried for his fiancée.

As everyone who married into large families likely experienced, Isabella was undergoing quite a culture shock. Although her family was well off, it was simply nothing in comparison to a sub-pillar family like the Cox family.

Isabella had been up for almost three days straight, memorizing the faces and names of hundreds of guests. He knew it had been hard on her.