JASMINE
I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the elegant black ball gown Stephan had chosen for me. It hugged my figure perfectly, with a subtle shimmer that caught the light. I added some of Jasmine's jewelry, a delicate diamond necklace and matching earrings. I let my hair fall in soft waves down my back.
Just then a knock sounded on the door.
"Come in," I called.
The door opened, and Stephan stepped inside, looking sharp in a tailored black tuxedo.
"Stephan… you got home early. I thought you wouldn't because you had a meeting," I said, surprised.
He scoffed lightly, eyes scanning me from head to toe.
"Well, my wife is going to a gala with her ex-crush. What do you expect? Me sitting at home just waiting for her to be taken away without knowing what outfit she chose or how she looks?"
I smiled and moved closer to him. "So does that mean… You are jealous?"
"You have the title of being my wife. Why shouldn't I be jealous?" he replied, his voice low and possessive.
