Inside the room, Irina stood on her tiptoes, carefully adjusting Batty's bow tie before taking two steps back.
He was tall and stately in a well-fitted black suit. His wild blond hair was tied back simply, his beard meticulously groomed. When he broke into a smile, Irina's heart couldn't help but beat a little faster.
"I'm getting old," Irina said, turning to the dressing mirror. Dressed in a white, backless evening gown, she could see the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
Batty came up behind Irina, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on her shoulder. "In my heart, you'll always be the most beautiful," he whispered.
Irina hummed softly, then asked, "By the way, are you sure there's no 'special program' after the party?"
Batty's expression flickered, and he answered guiltily, "I don't think so."
'That's what I'm saying, but who knows with those guys and their wild antics.'
