Wayne leaned down slightly to adjust his hair in the mirror, his blonde locks already perfectly styled despite his persistent fussing. "My love, you've been doing this for ten minutes," Dottie said, suddenly appearing beside him and gently lowering his hand from his hair. Her fingers lingered on his wrist before she kissed his cheek and stepped back.

"If you keep messing with it, you'll ruin what I spent twenty minutes perfecting," she added with a playful smirk, returning to the vanity where her tube of red lipstick waited. She ran an index finger along her lower lip, checking for smudges as Wayne watched from the corner of his eye.

"You're one to talk, Ms. 'I-need-five-takes-for-the-perfect-lipstick,'" he retorted, though his tone softened when she met his gaze through the mirror.

Their banter was interrupted by a soft knock. An assistant poked their head in, voice barely audible: "The photographer is ready for you both." Wayne let out a breath that sounded halfway between relief and annoyance as he straightened his belt.

"Took them long enough," he muttered, though Dottie merely rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand.

"Play nice," she whispered before pulling him toward the door. "Remember, we're supposed to be the dream couple today." Her red lips curved into a practiced smile as they stepped into the bright studio lights, where you stood ready with your camera.

Wayne's expression shifted instantly into something more neutral, though his eyes appraised you with cool curiosity while Dottie offered a warm, genuine grin that reached her grey eyes.