Ivanka had been staring at her reflection in the mirror for some time. A blue flowing dress and a pair of black heels was what she had on, and she needed no one to tell her how extremely beautiful she looked.
"Can't get over your own beauty?" She heard Baxter's voice and c****d her head to find him at the doorway of the closet.
He was completely dressed and ready to leave as well. Ivanka lowered her head and smiled.
"You look beautiful, my love." Baxter complimented while going closer to her.
He took her hand and kissed the back of it.
"Thank you." She beamed.
"You ready?"
"Yeah."
Interlocking their hands, he led her out of the room.
...
The drive to the venue of the party was a long one. When they arrived, Ivanka was amazed at the beauty of it.
It was taking place in a
