A Barrage Of Flashing Lights. A Mix Of Stifled And Open Laughter. A Sea Of Blue Velvet And Yellow Petals.

A barrage of flashing lights. A mix of stifled and open laughter. A sea of blue velvet and yellow petals.

Some distance away, a lone heeled shoe that had accidentally slipped off amidst a bumbled step beneath a gown of Dior linen.

The blush on your cheeks masked the embarrassed heat that bloomed beneath your skin, your mind in a frenzy as you wondered what your literal next step would be. Of course this would happen at your first ever Met Gala--

"May I?"

Two words freed you from your mania. Warm brown eyes and a gentle smile requested for your attention. Tattooed hands that cradled your misplaced heel brought peace to your mind.

Were you truly about to have this moment with your celebrity crush while having the elites of the celebrity world as your spectators?

There was no room for hestitation.

You smiled with bashful grace and gently reached for the skirt of your gown, gingerly tugging up at the linen before you presented your bare foot towards him. Your gaze met his as you remarked, "If you would be so kind."

How fitting that your fairytale romance with him began with a Cinderella moment like this.