𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

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As you paced back and forth in the dressing room, a sense of urgency gnawed at you. The grand party hosted by the royal family in Spain was about to commence, and your dress still wasn't ready. Time was ticking away, and you were barely prepared.

Amidst the chaos, you noticed Sukuna's message notification about him following you on social media.

Thankful that you followed no one, thereby avoiding any potential dating rumors, you couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety at the headlines already circulating about his action.

After two painstaking hours of preparation, you were finally ready. Adorned in a stunning black bodycon dress embellished with shimmering black diamonds, you slipped into your elegant black Dior heels and grabbed your matching Dior bag.

Your assistants meticulously styled your hair, adding a touch of sparkle for added elegance. With one last glance in the mirror to ensure perfection, you nodded in satisfaction before striding out of the building and into the waiting car.

"Do you know what music they'll be playing?" you inquired, turning to your assistant Mariko as the car began its journey to the grand event.

"I heard classical music will be playing," Mariko responded, her attention still focused on her iPad.

"Don't worry, dear, you won't have to dance, unfortunately," Koizumi, your manager, chimed in. The same man who had barged inside your house calling you underweight when you were merely just a teenage girl.

Despite his annoying and strict demeanor, you couldn't deny that he had played a significant role in your growth over the years.

"God, I hope not. I can't dance," you sighed, crossing your arms in resignation.

The car finally arrived at the palace, driving by the palace gates. As the car came to a stop, the driver hurried to open the door, allowing you to step out.

Stepping out of the car, you were greeted by a flurry of paparazzi, their cameras flashing as they captured your arrival.

Squinting against the bright lights, you greeted everyone politely before making your way through the red carpet and into the palace, with your assistant and manager trailing behind.

"Wow, there's a lot of people here!" Mariko exclaimed, her eyes widening as she observed the numerous celebrities passing by.

Koizumi let out an exasperated sigh before playfully slapping her with his fan. "Of course, it's the royal family that invited! They wouldn't decline," he huffed, his tone tinged with annoyance.

Ignoring their banter, you greeted familiar faces along the way before taking your seat at the assigned spot. Mariko and your assistant settled on the other side with the other staff, engaging in conversation.

Glancing at the nameplates on the table, you noted that you were seated next to a famous singer and an actor.

As time passed and more guests arrived, you struck up a conversation with the singer, discussing the event and her career. It was enjoyable, and you found yourself genuinely having fun.

Suddenly, the microphone crackled to life as the royal family took the stage. They delivered a twenty-minute speech before encouraging everyone to resume their activities.

With the formalities out of the way, the party continued, and you returned to your conversation.

"Oh yes, I'm getting married," you shared with a smile, eliciting a curious glance from the singer.

"He's not at the party, no?" she inquired, and you shook your head. "He's in Japan, working at the moment," you chuckled lightly.

"What about you? Got your eye on someone?" you teased, giving her a playful nudge on the shoulder.