<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/lFtKtad.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Time</strong>:  6' ish pm<br/><strong>When</strong>: Party Night<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Chris<br/><hr/><br/>The phone vibrated on the marbleized countertop next to the bathroom sink as Charlotte touched up her lips. She glanced down and saw that it read 6:00 pm. If she could hear over the sound of her music playing she probably would have heard the sounds of anxious husband Chris as he scurried up and down stairs and buzzed around their home. She knew he was probably going to be worked up about tonight, it was a big holiday party for his office and they always went all out for it. No expenses spared. More than that, this was a chance for Chris to rub elbows with his bosses. While she knew he wanted her to hurry and be ready, she also knew that he'd want her looking her best. Yes, it was sexist and yes she was playing the role of trophy wife but that was okay. She loved him to pieces. Chris was a really sweet and fun guy and he respected her own career choices to run her own business. She always had his full support so she had no problem spending every once in awhile letting him have the spotlight while she was just his arm candy. It was actually sort of fun and gave her a chance to relax, flirt, and dance. Not to mention it was another excuse to dress up.<br/><br/>Charlotte heard Chris calling out,<em>"Babe......Uber is Here!   Gotta get going soon!" </em><br/><br/>Grabbing her clutch she pranced down the stairs, bouncing down with a light step. She got most of the way down and saw that Chris had obviously been pacing and working himself up. She laughed and did a little half turn to show off her outfit adding the finishing touch of a booty wiggle. Looking over her shoulder she tossed him a coy wink.<br/><br/>Stepping down the last few steps she glided over to him and grabbed him by his tie, straightening it a little before wiping her hand over the shoulders of his jacket.<strong>"I'm ready, babe. Chill. The party is not going anywhere,"</strong>Charlotte said.<strong>"You look great, you've had a great year, it's going to be a great night. This is going to be fun."</strong>Her head nodded a few times in a yes motion to emphasize her point.<strong>"What do you think, is this outfit okay? I've got two others laid out that I could slip into if you'd like me to wear something else?"</strong><br/><br/>Charlotte, sometimes called Charlie, did a spin again for him to see her outfit. She was a tall, slim girl with a naturally tanned skin tone. At twenty three years old and being a regular at the gym she was fit and healthy. All attributes that worked out in her favor. Besides having a career running her own real estate business she also did some modelling on Instagram. The modelling is something she had started while in college and it carried over after she graduated. Men noticed Charlotte. She was never in short supply of male suitors, unfortunately for them she had met Chris while still in college and had been his ever since. They married shortly after she graduated.<br/><br/>If he accepted her outfit and no other interruptions occurred she was ready to go...<br/><br/><strong>"Now if you are done getting yourself worked up let's go party like it's nineteen ninety nine (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=weUhBGA8mxo), alright?"</strong>With that she would lean in for a quick kiss, grab her things and scamper out to the waiting Uber.