Audrey & Edwin
Audrey’s POV
Gavin and I were met with the scent of old wood and fabric when we stepped into the museum. The space, brightly lit with glittering chandeliers overhead, was practically swarming with people.
And for good reason, too; the exhibition on vintage fashion was filled with famous pieces, from iconic Chanel sets to the first Louboutin heel prototypes.
As we stepped into the crowded space, our programs in hand, Gavin leaned close to me—the heady scent of his cologne momentarily overwhelming my senses. “This is some turnout, isn’t it?” he asked.
I nodded hastily, my cheeks instantly reddening at our close proximity. “Yes. It is.”
But truthfully, my mind was hardly on the fashion—I couldn’t stop feeling self-conscious beside Gavin. He looked particula
