Evie & Warren
The pictures hadn't been entirely painless, but for once, he wasn't really in the mood to complain about them. He actually didn't mind being here, which was as shocking to him as it was to everyone around him. He knew that had a lot to do with Evie, but he wasn't going there right now. Nope.
She looked super hot in her dress, though, and he was majorly impressed. He was wearing the outfit she made him, and he had to admit that it looked pretty good on him. Evie had talent - there was absolutely no denying that.
He let her drag him out to the dance floor, and put his hands at her waist. It was strange how much more comfortable he felt with her ever since they'd gone through the nightmares together. He trusted her. That wasn't something he'd felt in a really long time.
After he kissed her, he gave her a rather impish half smile and undid his tie. He hated the damned thing, and felt like he was being choked by it.
"I've been through worse, I guess," he said, in reference to the pictures. "But it's worth it to get to see you like this. You look hot."