Harry POV
It was Saturday night; Mel was ready at 7:00. She was dressed in a bright magenta side-drape sheath dress. It fit her curves lovingly and she swept up her hair into loose chignon and paired it with silver jewellery.When she stepped down the stairs, Harry was standing in the foyer, checking his Smartphone he looked up when he heard her on the stairway. She looked absolutely beautiful, he thought. she always looked lovely but this colour brought out the rosiness of her cheeks and it accented the curves of her body in a way that caused his heart to skip a beat.
“Harry, what wrong?” she asked with a look of uncertain.
“No, nothing is wrong,” he managed to say. “You look amazing, Rose. Beautiful.”
She smiled up at him. “Thank you. That really sweet. You don’t look to bad yourself, Mr Styles.”
“There will not be a man there tonight who won’t be wishing he were me,” harry said, with gravelly voice.
“They always wish that, Harry. You’re rich, handsome and incredibly sexy. So who wouldn’t want to be you?”
“None of it will matter, Rose because tonight is about you.” Reaching out he gently ran a hand over her cheek, then reached down to take her hand. “Ready to go, Mrs Styles?”
Fighting back a sudden wetness that seemed to be gathering in her eyes, she blinked hard and nodded. “I’m ready.”
Once they arrived at the event, the media was all over Rose, asking questions about her recent absent from the last event, but once in Harry went in searched for drinks while Rose mingled around the room. When harry appeared back at her side with a glass of wine, she breathed a sigh of relief.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Rose shook her head. “Nothing, I just don’t know why people are staring at me? Is it the dress?”
Harry just looked down at her. Rose had no idea how gorgeous she was. Many women that he’d dated in the past would fish for compliments, but Rose didn’t seem to her a slightest idea of how amazing her body fitted in that dress.
“What?” she asked.
Harry just laughed, then reached out and caught her hand in his, “you just look beautiful and people are starting too noticed. That’s all.”
She blushed. “That’s sweet to say, Harry.”
“Come on let’s go find you some olives and nuts before the wine goes straight to your head.”
“You know me well.”
They were heading toward the small table, when Harry business associate wanted to talk to him about something, Rose excused herself from their conversation. She hadn’t gone far when Harry’s Aunty appeared at her side.

Mel POV
“Hi, Mrs. Styles. Nice to see you again,” Mel greeted her with a smiled.
“Mel,” she acknowledged. “We haven’t seen you in a while.
Mel responded, “I guess not, you’re looking well.”
Mrs. Styles turned and looked over at her. “Don’t kiss up to me, young lady,” was her response.
Mel rolled her eyes. “Oh for Pete’s sake. I like your dress.”
“I like this way of saying it than the polite ‘you’re looking well’ comment. And I like you dress.”
“Thanks you, I brought this old thing ages ago.”
The woman let out a laugh. It stunned Mel. “Mel, I think I like you. No I do like you. Gwen keeps telling me that I’ve misjudged you, but I think that I have.”
Mel just stared at her and blinked. “Because I am wearing an old dress?”
“Because you’re not afraid to say so, you didn’t marry my nephew for his money, did you?”
“No I didn’t.”
“Don’t tell me true love, because nobody falls in love with him that fast.”
“He’s a good man, that why I fall in love, Mrs Styles.”
“Please, call me Claire. As long as you tell me the truth.”
“Well you and Gwen should come over for dinner sometimes. I’ve wanted if for months and since Harry’s not going to asked, I’m and I can even cook.
Doesn’t Harry have caterers?”
“Yes for parties, but not for everyday dinner. I love to cook will you please come?”
“I do believe I will, but I would be away, but would call to make plans for the dinner,” she said
“Perfect. I’ll let Harry know.”

Harry POV
“You asked my aunty for dinner?” Harry looked at her.
“Yeah.”
“And you told her you’d cook?”
“Yes again.”
“My aunty maybe critical when it comes to meals.”
Rose shook her head. “Nah, it’ll be fine.”
“I can get the caterers,” Harry offered.
“Nope.”
“You’re stubborn.”
Rose grinned at last. “Yeah so are you.”
“So when is this major event?”
“The following next week.”
“Is Gwen coming too?”
“Yes and I told her to bring the man that she is dating.”
“You what?”
“Harry, they’ve known each other longer then you and besides why should all the attention be on us?” she laughed.