It was opulent as she'd have imagined it when she went inside, her eyes bouncing to every corner of the entrance hall from the ceiling to the floor. It was beautiful; shimmering and yet it wasn't fake. It felt like a home, like Gatsby's home instead of a show house or a movie set. If he'd have lived anywhere different, it wouldn't have been nearly as suitable. "This house is the amazing one," she muttered, leaning on him a little. "It's fucking perfect, isn't it?"
She thought he looked incredible too, in his cream suit and that little hint of chest hair poking out from the open collar just enough to remind everyone he was a man's man. "You look good too, though. Somehow we managed to co-ordinate without trying." she chuckled, running her fingers through the feathers on the bottom of her dress.