Gia had one arm looped easily around Eddie’s waist as they swayed at the edge of the dance floor, the music rolling through Town Hall in a way that felt almost intimate despite the crowd. Purple sequins brushed purple sequins every time they moved—bold, unapologetic, impossible to miss. Gia tipped her champagne back, then leaned in, lips grazing Eddie’s ear. “Tell me why everyone here looks like they’re auditioning to be boring forever,” she murmured, eyes tracking the room with lazy amusement. Her free hand traced a slow, absent pattern at Eddie’s hip—grounding, familiar. “And tell me why you’re still the best decision I’ve made all year.” A beat, then a smirk. “Don’t let it go to your head, though. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.” She pulled back just enough to meet Eddie’s gaze, softer underneath the tease. “Midnight’s coming. You dancing me through it, or we sneaking off to the balcony for a better view?” @hxrricvnes




















