The Royal Heir - Dancing with my eyes closed

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(art scene by the ever amazing Artbyainna (IG))

Ta daaaaaahhh! I'm in my bedroom, admiring my phenomenal new suit, made especially for tonight's ball, in the mirrored wardrobe doors. The suit's design was inspired by something that Tommy showed me actually... No, nothing like that! Let me explain...

About three weeks ago. Tommy showed me his final prototype of the Ever Rising Wines logo, and I shed a little tear at how lovely and appropriate it was and how proud I was of my clever multi-talented boyfriend. The design depicts a golden phoenix on a red shiny background, reminiscent of the décor in our ballroom. I was so enthused that the next morning I put in a custom order with my suit people to make a suit for tonight, inspired by his design. And they've not disappointed – the turtle-neck shirt was a bit of a curveball, but hot damn it works!

So now my new ensemble is on, and I'm looking in the mirror and yeah, I actually rock the red look more impressively than anticipated. And while I'm pumped for all the compliments I'm going to get tonight for being the most dashing and hot host ever, honestly, I'm most excited about Tommy's reaction when he sees me in this little number tonight.

He's still not back from showing his dad around the vineyard, so he might be fashionably late arriving at the ball as a result, but that's okay. I'm assuming he's going to wear the black and white suit he borrowed from me for the Bash last weekend and hasn't yet returned. And that's totally fine, because he looked totally fiiiiiine in it.

I've got a cool brooch somewhere that'll accessorise really well with this suit, one that I haven't worn for a long time. I rummage through a few drawers to see if I can locate it. Yep, there it is... oh man, there's some things in this drawer that I'd pretty much forgotten existed. There's that t-shirt I threatened to customise for Tommy, bwahaha. Oooh, what's this? Hmmm, yes, you could definitely liven up a wet weekday evening... I grab the little pink box, give it a cheeky rattle, and after one last wink of encouragement at my reflection, I shimmy out of my bedroom.

I zip straight across the corridor and make my way stealthily into Tommy's room. I quickly place my bounty in the drawer I keep my stuff in, and then glance around. I peek in his wardrobe, yep, there's the black and white suit. Along with the Cliff Richard suit and the Fae suit. I guess he has some options after all! I take a deep, grounding breath. It's strange being in here without him. I hope he's getting on okay.

I then head out of his room and go to Bella's nursery to fetch my leading lady, who I left with Verity for a few minutes while I made myself look even more dashing than usual.

"Daddy!" Bella dashes over to me. "Pwitty!"

She's wearing a red and gold dress too which I chose especially so that we'd co-ordinate; she looks the perfect princess. "Thanks Bella, and hey, look we match now which means you look even more pwitty!"

She does a little twirl, my girl knows what to do. "Dan! Dan!"

"Yes baby, we'll be tripping the light fantastic very soon! It wouldn't be a Beaumont-Jones party otherwise, right? For now we'd better go and be the hosts with the most...." I salute to Verity. "You coming down to do some off-duty schmoozing?"

"I am indeed, once I've got changed," she says. "Thanks for inviting me."

"Aw, c'mon Verity, you're what Valtoria is all about, you've got to help me celebrate it!" I give her a little fist bump, and she reciprocates it cautiously. "Is Mr Verity coming along? Do I finally get to meet him?"

She pouts. "There is no Mr Verity. Well, not at the moment anyway."

"Aw. Well, I'm sure you'll still have an awesome time! I think Chris said something about sitting you with Tommy's friends. They're a fun bunch." I'm really glad she's accepted my invitation, y'know. Most of the staff are working, because, duh, massive ball, so it was nice to be able to invite Verity, given that me, Tommy and Mara will have Bella covered between us this evening.