Racing Hearts

Cherry

May 5th

Theo POV

The sleek black limousine glided to a stop in front of the grand entrance of the Met Gala. The red carpet unfurled like a river of luxury and glamour, flanked by throngs of eager fans and flashing cameras. The air buzzed with excitement, a cacophony of voices calling out names in hopeful expectation.

Theo took a deep breath, steeling herself for the spectacle that awaited outside. She glanced over at Taylor, who met her gaze with a reassuring smile. The flash of cameras and the roar of the crowd could already be heard, a cacophony of excitement that heralded their arrival at the Met Gala.

The door of the limo swung open, and Theo stepped out first, her poised elegance drawing immediate attention. The evening air was charged with energy, and she could feel the weight of countless eyes upon her. With practiced grace, she turned and extended her hand back into the car, her fingers brushing against her lover as she helped her out.

As the singer emerged, her presence eliciting a fresh wave of cheers and flashes. Taylor was a vision in a flowing gown that shimmered under the lights, a masterpiece of intricate beading and delicate fabric that moved like liquid silver. Her hair cascaded in soft waves, framing her radiant face, and her makeup was a perfect blend of elegance and drama.

With a smile that was both reassuring and filled with affection, their fingers intertwining seamlessly. The couple stood together for a moment, their connection palpable and magnetic, before they began their walk down the red carpet.

"TAYLOR LOOK OVER HERE!"

"THEO POSE FOR THE CAMERA!"

"YOU GUYS LOOK BEAUTIFUL!"

"TAYLOR THEO OVER HERE!"

The singer and racer smiled at the cameras, pausing to pose and give the photographers the shots they craved. Theo's arm wrapped protectively around Taylor's waist, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they navigated the sea of flashing lights and shouting voices.

The two stars walked the length of the red carpet, the crowd's energy washing over them in waves. Fans reached out, desperate for a touch, a glance, a moment of acknowledgment. Theo and Taylor obliged as best they could, their smiles never wavering as they waved and interacted

As they approached further up the stairs, Tree, their ever-watchful manager, stepped forward.

"Time for solo shots," she said, her voice a calming presence amidst the chaos.

With a final squeeze of Taylor's hand, Theo gave her a reassuring nod. "Go on," she said softly, her eyes filled with pride and encouragement.

The two of them split up as they posed for the pictures. As Theo stood alone, the cameras focused solely on her now, capturing the stunning details of her suit and the effortless grace she exuded.

After their solo shots, they reconvened, their hands finding each other once more.

"You okay?" the racer asked.

The soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of champagne glasses filled the air, creating an atmosphere of sophistication and celebration.

"I am, but can you believe this place?" Taylor whispered, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in the breathtaking decor – towering floral arrangements, shimmering chandeliers, and exquisite art pieces that adorned the walls.

Theo chuckled softly, squeezing Taylor's hand. "It's incredible. Every year they outdo themselves," she replied, her voice warm with shared excitement. "But I think we stole a bit of the show out there."