CHAPTER 4

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Their matching fits👆🏻

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Sarada's pov:

As we entered the venue, the vibrant music and chatter filled the air, mingling with the soft glow of fairy lights that adorned the space. Boruto's hand brushed against mine as we navigated through the crowd, a silent reassurance that I wasn't alone in this unfamiliar environment.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice barely audible above the din of the party.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace.

"You sure?" he pressed, his brow furrowing with concern.

I nodded, grateful for his concern but hesitant to burden him with my own anxieties. "It's just... a lot to take in," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded in understanding, his gaze softening with empathy. "Hmm.... want me to hold your hand?" he murmured, his tone tinged with a hint of possessiveness.I looked at him with my doe eyes,"I mean it would be awkward if you get lost or like people start thinking we don't have a proper relationship you know" he added.

"Feel free to" I said as a blush formed my face, I saw someone approaching us, when he pulled me closer his hand on my side of waist.

"Wow are you Mrs. Uzumaki?" A middle aged lady approached us with a bright smile on her face, I could feel Boruto's warmth on my waist, "yes miss, I'm Sarada, Mr. Uzumaki's wife, nice to meet you" I tried to sound as casual as possible.

"You both make such a good couple, I'm looking forward to becoming a grandma soon" she laughed it off, but I had a blush on my face.

"Let me introduce you, she is the wife of the owner of the resort we'll be staying at, she's Mrs Ino Yamanaka, our mom's friend" said Boruto.

As we made our way further into the party, I couldn't help but marvel at the opulence of our surroundings, the grandeur of the venue a stark reminder of the world we had been thrust into.

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