The room looks exactly how Kenzie described it to me. Tables are set at one end of the room for guests to rest or eat after grabbing items from the different vendors, then along the other half of the room are the vendors set up like little storefronts of a small town, the dance floor filling the “road” between them.

Everything is decked out in holiday colors and decor, from the makeshift storefronts to the table linens and centerpieces. The room looks exceptional.

Then Kenzie comes into view and takes my breath away.

She looks absolutely gorgeous. Her blonde hair is down and in curls, and she’s wearing a deep-red dress with spaghetti straps that dips in the front enough to give a hint of her cleavage. The dress tucks in at her waist and cascades out. Attached to the fabric of her dress every so often are these feather-like things that make it look as if she’s almost floating as she moves around the room.

Keeping my hands off her tonight is absolutely going to be a test of restraint.

“Phenomenal, right?”

The voice draws me from gawking at my girlfriend. I turn to my right to see Bethaney standing there with a wide smile.

“Sorry?” Did she catch me looking at Kenzie?

“Didn’t everything turn out phenomenal?”

“Oh yeah, it looks fantastic.” I nod.

“Thanks again for hooking me up with Kenzie. She’s a lifesaver.”

I glance in Kenzie’s direction again. She’s talking to the DJ who’s set up in the corner. “She sure is.”

She leans in and whispers, “I know, you know.”

I whip my head back in Bethaney’s direction. “What do you mean?”

She shrugs with a sly grin. “I know you two are a thing. Or at the very least that you like each other.” She sips whatever pink liquid is in her glass.

I clear my throat and shift in place. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Oh please.” She rolls her eyes. “It was obvious the first time I saw you guys together. I could’ve cut the sexual tension with a knife.”

I open my mouth to say something, but before I can, Mr. Simons steps up and wraps his arm around Bethaney’s waist. “There you are, sweetheart. Thought I’d lost you.”

“No, just chatting with Andrew.”

Mr. Simons surveys the room. “You did good, babe. This place looks amazing. Way better than the usual stuffy affairs we always have. Am I right?” He looks at me with an arched brow.

“Definite improvement.” I nod.

Bethaney soaks in our praise, beaming. “Thanks, you two. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go make the rounds. I want to make sure everyone is having a good time.”