Golden Gala Invite

Damien sat across from me when he got back from his office, a glint of excitement in his eyes as he spoke. "So, Seraphina, I've got some news for you. I’ve been invited to attend the Golden Gala next week."

My eyes widened in surprise, my heart quickening at the mention of the renowned event. "The Golden Gala? That's... that's huge, Damien."

He nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Indeed it is. And here's the kicker—we'll be attending as a couple."

My breath caught in her throat at the revelation, the weight of his words sinking in. Attending such a prestigious event as a couple would undoubtedly thrust us into the spotlight, marking our debut in high society.

I blinked, trying to process the information. "Wait, what? You want us to attend one of the fanciest events in the city?"

"Yep, that's the plan," Damien said nonchalantly. "Thought it might be a fun little outing."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Fun? Damien, do you even know what kind of chaos we're getting ourselves into?"

Damien shrugged. "Eh, it's just another night out for me. But for you, it'll be an adventure."

I raised an eyebrow skeptically. "An adventure, huh? More like a nightmare dressed up as a fairy tale."

Damien grinned. "Ah, come on, Seraphina. Where's your sense of excitement? Think of it as an opportunity to rub elbows with the elite."

I sighed, shaking my head. "Rub elbows with the elite? More like dodge the gossip and avoid the drama."

Damien chuckled. "Hey, it'll be a breeze for us. We'll swoop in, make a quick appearance, and disappear before anyone even notices."

I smirked. "Disappear, huh? More like making a grand entrance and leaving a lasting impression."

Damien winked. "Well, if anyone can pull it off, it's us. So, what do you say? Ready to crash the party of the year?"

I grinned. "Oh, why not? What's the worst that could happen?"

Damien leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Guess who's going to be the talk of the town at the Golden Gala, Seraphina?"

i raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his cryptic tone. "Do tell, Damien. I can't wait to hear what extravagant plans you've cooked up this time."

He grinned, relishing in her curiosity. "Well, let's just say Givenchy themselves have graciously offered to dress us for the occasion."

my eyes widened in surprise. "Givenchy? As in, the luxury fashion house Givenchy?"

Damien nodded, his smirk widening. "That's the one. Seems they couldn't resist the opportunity to outfit the most talked-about couple of the evening."

I couldn't help but be taken aback by the unexpected turn of events. "Wow, I never would have imagined. I mean, Givenchy designing our outfits? It's... quite something."

Damien chuckled at my reaction, thoroughly enjoying my astonishment. "Indeed it is, Seraphina. But then again, when you're in my company, anything is possible."

I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress a smile. "You do have a way of making even the most mundane things seem extraordinary, Damien."

"Well, aren't we moving up in the world?" I raised my eyebrow.

"What can I say? When you're rubbing elbows with the elite, you've gotta look the part." Damien smirked.

Playfully rolling my eyes. "Oh, please. Like you need designer clothes to impress anyone."

"True, true. But a little Givenchy never hurt anyone."

"I suppose not. But let's hope they don't expect us to walk the red carpet in matching outfits." I chucked.

"Matching outfits? Now that's an idea. We could be the talk of the town."

"Speak for yourself. I'm not sure I'm ready to be part of your fashion experiment." I laughed. 

"Ouch, Phina. That hurts. And here I thought we were becoming fast friends."

"Fast friends, hell naww! Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"Touché. But I must say, Seraphina, you've got quite the sense of humor."

"You're not so bad yourself, Damien. For a billionaire with a penchant for sarcasm, that is."

"Ah, sarcasm. My favorite language."

"Well, you're certainly fluent in it."

"So, Seraphina, tell me, what's your guilty pleasure? Besides mocking billionaires, of course." He leaned forward. 

"Oh, you know, the usual. Reality TV, chocolate cake, and long walks on the beach."

"Ah, a woman after my own heart. Except for the reality TV part, of course."

"Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it. You might find it surprisingly entertaining."

"Perhaps I'll give it a shot. But only if you promise to watch with me."

"Deal. As long as you promise not to make fun of my guilty pleasures."

"Scout's honor. Your secrets are safe with me, Seraphina."

"I'll believe it when I see it, Mr. Billionaire Playboy."

"Touché, Seraphina. Touché." We both laughed. 

Damien leaned back in his chair, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "So, Seraphina, have you ever attended the Golden Gala before?"

I shook my head, my curiosity piqued. "No, I can't say I have. Is it as glamorous as they say?"

Damien chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Oh, it's more than just glamorous—it's the epitome of high society. Think dazzling ball gowns, sparkling chandeliers, and a guest list that reads like a who's who of the city's elite."

My eyes widened in awe. "Sounds like quite the spectacle."

"It is indeed," Damien agreed, a playful grin spreading across his face. "And now, you and I will be front and center, making our grand entrance as the hottest new couple on the scene."

I couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm. "You make it sound like we're starring in a Hollywood movie."

Damien shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, why not? We've got the looks, the charm, and the intrigue—it's practically a blockbuster in the making."

I smirked, amused by his confidence. "Well, I suppose stranger things have happened."

"Exactly," Damien said, nodding in agreement. "Now, as for our roles at the gala, I've been thinking..."

I leaned in, eager to hear his plan. "Go on."

"We'll play the part of the perfect couple—smiling, laughing, and charming everyone we meet," Damien explained, his voice tinged with excitement. "We'll dance together, pose for photos, and make it seem like we're head over heels for each other."

I nodded, mulling over his words. "So, we'll be the epitome of couple goals, huh?"

"Exactly," Damien replied, a grin playing at the corners of his lips. "But remember, it's all about subtlety. We don't want to overdo it and raise any suspicions."

I chuckled, feeling a surge of anticipation building within me. "So, no excessive PDA then?"

Damien smirked, his gaze locking with mine. "Well, a little hand-holding here, a stolen kiss there—nothing too scandalous. We want to keep them guessing, not give away all our secrets."

I grinned, feeling a newfound sense of excitement coursing through her veins. "Sounds like a plan."

I glanced at Damien, my brow furrowed in uncertainty. “Are you sure about this, Damien? I mean, attending the Golden Gala as a couple? Won’t people get the wrong idea?”

Damien flashed me a confident grin, leaning back in his chair. “Trust me, Seraphina. This is exactly what I need. Remember, you’re doing this for me and there’s a catch..”

“But won’t it be… I don’t know, awkward?” I pressed a note of hesitation in my voice.

Damien shook his head, his expression unwavering. “Not if we play our cards right. We’ll stick together, act natural, and let the world see what an amazing couple we make.”

I couldn’t help but admire his confidence, though a part of me still felt uneasy about the whole situation. “I just don’t want to lead anyone on, Damien. I mean, we’re only doing this for the sake of appearances, right?”

“Of course,” Damien assured me, his tone earnest. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun along the way. Think of it as a chance to let loose and enjoy ourselves.”

I couldn’t suppress a smile at his words, feeling a glimmer of excitement amidst my apprehension. “Alright, Damien. Let’s do this. But if anything goes wrong, it’s on you.”

Damien chuckled, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Seraphina. I’ve got everything under control.”