The Gala

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Vincent felt himself stop breathing the moment Rebecca opened the door. She looked amazing. She looked more than amazing he just didn't know what the word for it was. Starting at her head, his eyes slowly trailed down her body. The light pink dress that was form fitting to just before her knees, fanned out in large pleats at the bottom. If he remembered correctly his mother and sisters had called it a mermaid dress. He could understand why. Her dress was definitely making her look mythical. The sleeves were lace in the form of flowers from her forearms up to her shoulders where it looked like it may wrap around to her back. He sucked in a breath. It was going to be hard to keep his hands to himself tonight. He adjusted his jacket and looked up at her only to see that she was staring at him and looked to be in deep thought.

Rebecca couldn't believe how he had managed to actually look better than he did the day before when they had met up at the coffee shop. He was standing in front of her in nothing more than a simple black tux with a bow tie, but he looked like he stepped right off a magazine cover. It was obvious to her that he worked out by the way his jacket tightened around his arms when he moved to adjust it. As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she started envisioning it.

Vincent watched her eyes roam his body. He figured her mind went the same place that most women did. Something told him she wasn't like others though. Not that it mattered to him, this wasn't going further than tonight. He cleared his throat to get her attention and to stop before his mind began to roam places, he didn't want it to. Her head shot up to look at him. "Are you ready?" He asked her. He noticed her blush.

"Yes, she is," Joni said popping up behind her and pushing her toward him. Rebecca turned around and glared at her which caused Joni to giggle, "you two have fun, "she winked. "Oh here," she handed Rebecca a clutch that matched her dress and waved.

Rebecca turned around when she felt Vincent's hands on her waist. She froze when she noticed just how close they were. "We should get going," he said and she could feel him warm breath roll over her lips. She mindlessly licked her lips and Vincent's eye shot down to them before looking back up into her eyes. She nodded her head. Vincent turned and offered his arm to her which she took and they walked to the elevator.

The drive to the venue was pretty silent. Vincent had some emails to answer and when he was finished with those, he pretended that he wasn't and watched Rebecca from the corner of his eye. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and run his hand along her thigh, but she wasn't his to do that to. He wasn't planning on anything more than taking her as his date tonight. He would show his father that he was at least trying to find someone to settle down with. He figured that if he saw that, he would be able to still get the family from him even if he wasn't serious about someone when the handoff happened. His plan had to work because the other options were not options to him.

The car stopped and the door opened. Vincent stepped out and turned offering his hand for Rebecca to slide out, she stared up at Union Station. She had gone to a party there once with Joni. She hoped this night didn't turn out as that one had. She felt Vincent tug on her arm and she looked at him with an apologetic smile. "Are you okay?" he asked with a raised brow. The look on his face made him look even more handsome, if that was possible, so she just nodded her head not trusting her voice.

They walked into the room where the gala was being held and Rebecca couldn't help but gasp in awe at the room. The lights were low and gave an almost romantic feeling the tables were beautifully decorated with big candelabras in the center full of candles. Rebecca looked around with her mouth hanging open. She felt Vincent's hand on the small of her back and she shivered from his touch.

Vincent looked down at her and smirked, "feeling okay?" Rebecca nodded. She could feel the blush spread across her face. Vincent thought her blush was cute, but he didn't have time for silly thoughts right now. The room was filled with members of his family and other families. He had to socialize with the most important ones. His father wasn't the only one that he had to prove himself to.

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