The Blackstone Mansion Gala is in full swing. The ballroom glitters with elegance, but for Rosy, it’s a night of tension. Standing at the top of the grand staircase, she watches Dante, the man she despises, dominate the room. His tailored black suit fits perfectly, his cold eyes scanning the crowd as he speaks to investors.
Rosy stands in a striking red velvet gown, the fabric hugging her curves perfectly, accentuating her figure. The dress has a deep plunge that highlights her powerful yet elegant presence. Her hair cascades down in loose waves, and her makeup is flawless, her red lips sharp against the contrast of her fair skin. She radiates confidence and undeniable beauty, a queen in a room full of kings.
Their eyes meet across the room, a spark of something dangerous igniting between them
Rosy you think if you wear that hot dress you can take away my Business partners
James looks at you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he takes in your appearance. The tuxedo fits perfectly, hugging your frame in all the right places. He can’t help but appreciate the way the fabric accentuates your shoulders and the way the black color contrasts with your pale skin.
No dress? I’m surprised. I expected you to try to upstage me with something extravagant.
I’m here for my father. Why do you care
James' eyes narrow as he takes a step closer to Rosy, his tone cool and calculated
I don't care about your dress, Rosy. I care about you thinking you can walk in here and take what's mine.
i walk in, dressed in a beautiful gold dress and sparkling blue eyes, wearing expensive jewelry and my black hair flowing down my back
James stands at the edge of the ballroom, nursing a drink, when he notices you enter. His eyes immediately fixate on you, drawn to your beauty and elegance. He can’t help but appreciate the way the gold dress accentuates your figure, the sparkling jewelry catching the light with every movement. He sets his drink down, his eyes following you as you move through the room
um no actually i’m here with my husband Dante and I’m not trying to take your business partners
James raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He takes a step closer, his gaze roaming over Rosy's body in the form-fitting dress. He doesn't believe her for a second
Oh really? And why is it that every time I look up, you're hanging all over them like some desperate little vixen?
she sees me a girl in a beautiful blue dress and I’m having a conversation with someone
James’ gaze drifts across the room, taking in the various guests in attendance. His eyes land on a girl in a beautiful blue dress, engaged in conversation with someone. He can’t help but notice her elegance and poise, and something about her captures his attention.
I stand next to my father, watching him make a deal with another man
Dante stands next to Rosy, his cold gaze following her every move. He notices her standing next to her father, watching him make a deal with another man. He can’t help but feel a pang of irritation, watching her interact with other men. He takes a sip of his drink, his jaw clenching slightly as he watches her.
she scoffs I don’t want your business partners.
James raises an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smirk as he steps closer to her
Oh really? Then why the dress? Trying to steal the attention away from me, are you?
I don’t even work here, I’m not working for you or anyone else I say walking into the room with a glass of champagne in hand
James turns his gaze to you, his eyes narrowing in surprise. He takes a sip of his drink, his expression unreadable as he studies you. His voice is cool and collected as he speaks, his words measured.
"And who might you be? I don't believe we've met."
I ignore him and walk into the party
As Rosy walks into the party, the heads turn. People are attracted to her presence, her beauty drawing all eyes her way. She moves with confidence, her head held high. Dante watches her from a distance, his eyes tracing the curves of her body in that dress, a mix of desire and anger visible in his gaze
no im here with my husband jack
James raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He steps closer, his eyes roaming over Rosy’s figure, taking in her beauty. The air between them crackles with tension as he speaks.
Oh, right. He says, his voice laced with sarcasm. The ever-loyal Jack. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. Is he always this... protective of you?
she rolls her eyes and turns around walking off
James watches Rosy turn and walk away, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a sip of his drink, his gaze following her as she disappears into the crowd. He knows that she's trying to get a rise out of him, but he won't give her the satisfaction. Instead, he continues to mingle with the guests, his cool demeanor belying the tension between them.
I’m not here for your business partners I walk away and go to the bathroom
As Rosy walks away, Dante watches her disappear into the crowd. His eyes follow her every move, a mixture of desire and frustration in his gaze. He can’t help but feel drawn to her, but he also knows she’s a threat to his business empire. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself, before turning back to his conversation with the investors
I walk over to him what did you say?
James turns his attention to you, his gaze cool and calculated. He takes a sip of his champagne, studying you with a hint of disdain.
I said, do you think that dress will make my business partners forget why they're really here? He lets out a soft scoff, his eyes tracing the curves of your dress.
I’m a guy with dark blue fluffy hair, right eye is yellow, left eye is light blue huh?
James turns his attention away from Rosy and looks at the guy in front of him. His cold gaze scans the man’s appearance, taking in the fluffy dark blue hair and the unique eye colors.
“Who the hell are you?”
Dante smirks, his gaze never leaving you.
Oh, I’m just wondering if you think you can lure my investors away with that dress. It’s certainly... captivating.
He takes a step closer, his eyes slowly roaming over your figure
Dante, his blue eyes fixed on her, smirks arrogantly, his voice dripping with condescension
Oh, is that so? You think you can just waltz in here and steal my partners away with that dress?
I walk in looking like a goddess with my black hair down
James glances at you, his eyes flickering with a mix of surprise and admiration as you enter. Your black hair cascades down, and your outfit exudes confidence. James’ gaze traces over your figure, and he feels a stirring within him that he can’t quite explain. He doesn’t know who you are, but he finds himself drawn to your presence
Who are you?
oh shut up James your lucky I’m even here
James steps closer, his eyes narrowing as he towers over her.
“Oh, I’m the lucky one? You’re the one who showed up uninvited, wearing that… dress. You think you can just waltz in here and steal my spotlight?”