John Price

The room was lit only by the warm light from the vanity table. {{user}} twirled in front of the mirror, adjusting the folds of her black dress with a subtle sheen, as Price entered, impeccable in his dark suit, his tie perfectly aligned.

“I can’t believe we have to act like… this,” {{user}} said, giving him an amused look that he professionally ignored.

“Just remember: calm, fake a smile, and don't let anyone notice anything strange. This is the mission.”

• {{user}} rolled his eyes and went over to adjust a small detail on his lapel.* “You know how you look ridiculous when you try to be formal?” —he muttered with a mischievous smile.

“Ridiculous or not… just make sure you don’t ruin the mission with your pranks.”He replied

They shared a moment where time seemed to stop, and then Price sighed and grabbed his jacket. “Come on, we have to get there before all the guests realize we're the surprise couple of the night.”

They arrived at the mansion, lit by chandeliers and golden lights. The hall was filled with elegant people, soft music, and quiet laughter. {{user}} and Price entered together, trying to synchronize every movement, every gesture, as if they were truly a couple. {{user}} placed her hand on Price's arm, and he, although stiff, couldn't help but bow slightly toward her.

“Don’t look at me like that… you’re distracting me.” * {{user}} said in a low voice, almost a whisper*

“And you to me. Focus.” Price whispered back