[ @hannahashmore ] [ District Administrative Gala 2025 ]
Gabriel left the note atop a box, on the bed in their room. The box was large, and sat neatly across the beautifully adorned spread. Inside, she would find a simple- but elegant- black dress. It would suit her tastes, and fit her beautifully. Just like everything. Or, at least, that's how Gabe felt. Hannah could wear a plastic bag and still be the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
Each year- in between the benefit fundraisers, and very public support dinners for inner-city charities- the city (and its many benefactors) put on a private, but lavish, gala. For a couple of hours, every single person who'd suffered the blood and sweat of public defense was honored with expensive food, too-much champagne, and a lot of socializing. It was an excellent opportunity to stoke the flames of established acquaintances, and to have their photo taken as the pristine and loving married couple that they were; a representation of Gabe's success in his own life, and one of the oldest ways of silently saying to his peers, and his clients, that he could be trusted.
He hated this stupid Gala. But his wife had always been such a good sport about it. Unfortunately, this was how a lot of their busy evenings out started now. Separate arrivals, but they'd convene in the foyer before anyone important took notice.