<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.irreverentgent.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/How-to-Look-More-Handsome-intro-279x300.jpg)</div>Chris lost his train of thought as his stunning wife scurried down the stairs,  doing a twirl and emphasis on her booty shake. The question she asked was a thousand percent a rhetorical one. She<em>KNEW</em>she looked Good. He<em>knew</em>she looked Damn Good, and everyone at the party would know it to.  That was Charlotte, she always had attention on her, whether she tried or not, and when she dressed to the nine's, there was no mistaken how stunning she was.<br/><br/><strong>"Babe, Wow!!!  You look absolutely stunning!"</strong>he stammered, jaw still asap, but his shocked look quickly changed to a big teeth bearing grin.  "No need to change, that outfit is the winner!" he smiled, kissed her on the forehead and grabbed the house keys and phone from the table in the foyer. With her on his arm, they quickly exited their home and hopped into the waiting Uber, driven by a heavily accented older Russian guy wearing one to many sprays of cologne.<strong>"The Hilton downtown, right Boss?"</strong>the driver asked, to which Chris nodded.<br/><br/>Finally in-route, Chris breathed a sigh of relief.  They were on time for once, his wife was looking stunning and he was feeling good about his chances of persuading some of the higher ups to change or at least consider a different business model to keep up with the current trends in the Real Estate industry.  Chris, sitting on Charlie's left, rested his hand on her tight knee and smiled.<strong>"I'm so lucky to have married the most beautiful woman I know.  Thank you for tagging along with me.  I know dressing up, and free drinks isn't really your thing" </strong>he smirked, with a sarcastic grin.<br/><br/>A short 30 minute drive and they were pulling up at the main entrance to the Hilton Lobby.  Chris stepped out, reaching back to help Charlotte as they gathered themselves, resumed the arm-in-arm walk into the revolving glass doors of the hotel lobby.  Holiday music played softly through the speakers, and the red and green decor and tinsel were dropped around trees and columns.  Chris spotted the elevators to the ball room and lead the way.  "I believe its on the 10th floor" he pushed the up button and waited  patiently, taking another moment to check out his wife, this time much more throughout in the elevator mirrored doors.<strong>"MMM mmmm MMMMM"</strong>he said just loudly enough for Charlotte to hear, flashing another smile, this one with a hint of mischievous behind it.