You're staring at yourself in the mirror as the glam team is working hard on you. Not that you need that much work to look presentable, but because you are going all out with your look tonight and need everything to be perfect. Your appearance is going to be a statement.
Your phone buzzes on your lap just when Anna, the hair stylist starts applying gold onto your hair. You jump a bit at the cold feeling and meet her gaze exchanging a smile before you turn to your phone and open the message you just got from Charles.
"No worries, I'll be there right next to you. Xx"
Your last text explained how nervous you are to attend the Met Gala as his plus one. It's going to be your official debut as a couple, something people have been waiting for months, to be sure since the two of you was shot at a restaurant early in your relationship. You both did a great job keeping things low-key but now is the time to set your feet into the public and officially appear as Charles's girlfriend.
It's kind of unfair how men need half as much time to get ready as women, you've been up since seven in the morning, took the longest shower, shaved and moisturized your whole body making sure you didn't miss a spot, then you had your nails done, perfectly matching your outfit and the glam team has been working on you since one pm. Charles left early in the morning to have a quick studio session before it's time for him to get ready, now it's two pm and he is on his way back to the hotel.
A nervous sigh slips out through your lips as you lock the phone and put it back to your lap turning your gaze back to yourself in the mirror. Anna is working precisely on your hair, applying the gold to your slicked back 'do. You're still kind of overwhelmed by the fact that it's actual gold, not just some fake golden paint. It's going to match with Charles's look and you are excited to see how you'll look next to each other.
"How am I going to get it out?" you ask her as she finishes up the painting and starts fixing the smallest details.
"Just wash it," she smiles at you in the mirror. "Maybe you'll need a few more rounds of shampoo but it should come out easily."
Weird to think you'll be washing thousands of dollars out of your hair and watch it go down the drain, but you keep it to yourself. It's the Met after all, you should be as extra as possible.
Just when Anna finishes your hair the door opens and Charles walks in, wearing a black hoodie and black jeans. His eyes fall on you and a wide smile spread across his handsome face.
"Wow, you look amazing!" he breathes out stopping a few steps away from you, admiring your final beauty look. For your eyes you went for a dramatic smokey look with golden in your eyebrows, your lips are a nude color with a thin golden line running from under your nose through your lips down to your chin. You've never looked this extra and never thought you'd ever be going out looking like this, but you have to admit you are excited.
"It's your turn," you grin at him standing up from the chair and fixing your bathrobe. Shawn leans down for a kiss, but you turn your head. "Nah, you are not ruining my makeup," you warn him with a look. He pouts his lips at you looking like a puppy, but your mind can't be changed. He won't just mess everything up with a kiss.
You caress his cheek and the push him towards the seat. A few moments later Anna is working magic on his hair. You manage to force a few bites into you, not wanting to faint on the pink carpet later, and sitting on the bed you watch Charles getting his hair done.
Soon Andrew arrives as well and he is completely satisfied with your look so far.
"It's going to be amazing, don't worry," he encourages you seeing how scared you are.
"What if I fall?" you ask, worried to death. You've been thinking about all the possible ways to humiliate yourself out there in the past couple of weeks, almost giving you nightmares.
"You won't, Charles won't let you," he smirks glancing over at the man in word. Charles smiles at us from the mirror wiggling his eyebrows.
When it's past four Tiffany advices you to start putting on your dress since it's not an easy task.
"Let's move over to the bathroom," she suggests and you nod in agreement.
"See you in a bit!" Charles calls out as he is getting his makeup done, which is basically just some corrections on his skin.
Tiffany and you occupy the huge bathroom of your hotel room, your dress is lying in the bathtub since this was the only way not to wrinkle it. After handling your underwear situation, with the help of Tiff you manage to put the dress on in about fifteen minutes.
It was a long debate to decide on your dress. The gold was the only sure thing since Anna knew from the beginning this is where she is going to go with the hairstyles, but it didn't give much leads on the dress. After weeks of searching Tiffany finally found the perfect choice. A fully golden Saint Laurent dress with a daring cleavage and a huge skirt that has a barge that's quite the statement. The whole dress is made of a kind of flowy material and has a nice metallic effect, perfectly matching the hair.
When it's finally on Tiff helps you with your simple black heels and then admires her work with a satisfied smile.
"You look amazing. Charles will lose his mind."
She advised to not let Charles see your final choice before the big day and now you're kind of nervous to step out of the bathroom. Tiff leaves you alone to build up your courage and also to put your rings on while she dresses Charles quickly. You stand in front of the mirror examining your final look. There is no question you are quite extra, doing justice to the theme of the gala, but the butterflies in your stomach just wouldn't stop. You question your choice to make your first official appearance on the Met Gala, it would have been nerve wrecking at any other event, but the Met adds some more to your worries.
You fix your dress and try to let go of all the negative thoughts you've been building up in your mind in the past weeks. You hear a knock on the door and Tiff's head appears.
"You ready for the reveal?" she asks and you force yourself to nod before you could change your mind.
She gives you an encouraging smile as she holds the door open while you slowly walk out.
Shawn is standing in the middle of the room, dressed in his black suit and he is fixing his collar when his eyes land on you and he immediately stops mid-action.
"Fuck," is the first thing that slips his mouth, making everyone laugh in the room.
"Is it that bad?" you ask knowing well it was totally an amused expression.
"Are you kidding me? You are fucking gorgeous! Babe, I think I fell in love with you again!"
You can't help but chuckle at his words as he walks over to you taking a closer look at your final form. His hands find yours as his eyes roam your body and the dress, still fully amazed by you.
"So beautiful," he adds smiling at you proudly and his reaction truly warms your heart giving you the boost you needed.
Soon you both are sitting in the car on the way to the Gala, you are sitting sideways not to wrinkle the back of your dress and Charles is holding your hand, running his thumb on your skin back and forth in a soothing way.
"Hey," he speaks up getting your attention. "Don't stress. It's gonna be alright."
"What if I-"
"No what ifs," he says cutting you off. "You have to remember two things."
"What two things?" you shyly ask.
"One, you look absolutely beautiful, like, mind-blowingly gorgeous."
You blush at his compliment, thinking how adorable he is.
"And the second?"
"The second is that I love you. And no matter what happens, I'll love you the same way, or even more at the end of the night. No one can change that, so don't worry about tonight."
Your heart melts looking at him. He truly is the most wonderful man to walk this Earth and you have no idea how you got so lucky to have him in your life.
"I want to kiss you so bad, but I don't want to mess up my makeup," you sigh making him chuckle.
"I know. You can make up for the kisses when we are back at the hotel," he winks at you making you blush.
His small peptalk kind of worked. When the car stops and it's time to get out you feel less nervous. You are still shitting your nonexistent pants, but you don't feel like you are about to pass out. Charles doesn't let go of your hand as you make your way to the carpet. Right before you are about to step out there he turns to you looking deep into your eyes.
"Remember, I love you." He brings your hands up to his lips and kisses your knuckles.
"I love you too," you tell him, wishing you were able to kiss him, but your eyes tells it all.
A few moments later you are standing on the pink carpet of the Met Gala and people are losing their heads over the two of you. Charles keeps you close to his side, but also lets you shine since everyone loves your dress. You keep posing for the cameras, Charles occasionally steps back and fixes your dress without you even asking him to do so. As time passes by you feel more and more comfortable in your skin. You are definitely starstruck by all the celebrities around you, but it's excited to be a guest.
Later, when you are back at the hotel after the wildest night of your life, the gold is gone, you are wearing one of Charles's hoodies and panties while he is in his boxers, laying on the bed, you are checking the photos from the pink carpet.
"Baby, we look like a power couple," he proudly states staring at the screen. He is right, your appearance matched in the best way and everything was on point. "Can I post this?" he asks showing a picture where he has an arm around your waist and you are looking at each other smiling. He was still taller than you even with those heels on you and it makes you smile.
"Yeah, it's a cute photo," you tell him and watch him save it and open it in his Instagram.
"I have the best caption, don't look," he tells you turning the phone away as he types the words in.
You get your phone from the night stand and wait for the notification to arrive. A few moments later it pops up and seeing the caption you start laughing.
"I think I just MET the love of my life."
