i know it’s cliche but it’s the best kind of cliche so bear with me here.
a crowded ballroom. your f/o constantly look around the room with a flute of champagne, awaiting your arrival rather impatiently. their eyes fluttering around when they sudden stop upon spotting you, standing at the top of a grand staircase, dressed in undoubtedly the fanciest dress/suit your f/o has ever seen. they couldn’t do anything to hide their smile, even if they wanted to. you take your time in making your way dramatically down the staircase, graciously accepting their hand upon reaching the last few steps.
“you look lovely, darling.” they whisper to you, arm reaching around your back as their hand slides into yours for the first of many dances that night.