I feel my face fall, "What's wrong with it?" I look down at the beautiful dress.

"Nothing, nothing is wrong with it." Tommy hurries to reassure me crossing the room to me in two strides, "I just don't know how I'm going to deal with all the men who are going to be throwing themselves at your feet because you look so stunning."

My face immediately brightens and I feel a blush heat my cheeks, "So I look ok?" I still feel that twinge of uncertainty.

It's a feeling I'm not used to as a confident ice queen of a business woman.

"More than ok, you are a goddess." He grins and sweeps in pressing his lips to mine in a kiss that feels a lot like him trying to claim his territory.

"Still here guys." Megan pipes up and I turn to see she is stood there covering her eyes.

"No need to be so dramatic Meggy. This is what happens when two people love each other very much." Tommy teases, pulling me tighter against him, his hand cupping my butt through the dress.

"Oh stop it you! You'll ruin the dress" I pat his hand away and straighten the skirts, "You should be thanking her, this look is all her magical work."

"I had a very easy model to work with," She laughs, "Is it safe to look now?"

"Yes Meggy, it's safe and boring now for you." Tommy sighs dramatically.

Megan uncovers her eyes and grins at me, "You do look amazing boss. Tom Tom here is going to have a hard time competing with all that."

Tommy shakes his head, "On that note, I'm going to go and get ready."

Whilst he's gone Megan and I pack up the make up and then head downstairs to wait. "Urgh look at what that woman just posted." She says, nose wrinkled in disgust as she turns the phone towards me.

'That woman' is how we have been referring to Melanie since the kiss incident and I love how Megan automatically decided to hate her with me.

Her phone screen shows a red satin dress with a plunging neckline held together with what seems to be a single diamanté string and a prayer. Mel twists her body in the video to show off her slim figure the dangerous thigh slit up the side.

"Oh wow." I snort, "She really is getting it all out tonight."

"So tacky. Boobs or legs, not both." Megan says primly, turning the phone back to face her.

"I mean she does have an amazing figure but that can only do so much for her." I say with a shake of my head.

"She's going to lose her shit when she sees Tommy brought you and realises you guys are together." She points out.

I give her my most innocent smile, "What a shame."

"God I hope someone gets it on camera because I want to see it." Megan snorts.

"Gets what on camera?" Tommy asks and I turn to face him.

My mouth immediately goes dry and my brain temporarily ceases to function. The suit he's wearing tonight is nothing like the ill-fitting one I saw him wearing when I first met him.

This one is expertly tailored and clings to his broad shoulders in a way that makes me want to run my fingers over them.

All of a sudden I want to skip the awards and spend the night undressing and exploring each other again.

Megan seems to sense the change in atmosphere and let's out a cough that sounds suspiciously like "hormones" before clearing her throat, "Ok, I'll be going now. You love birds have fun and Azzy, I want to hear all about it tomorrow."

"Yeah, about it tomorrow." I murmur, my eyes and attention still wholly focused on Tommy.

I hear her laughter as she heads out and Tommy moves around the sofa to be nearer me. "We could just stay here?" He says, hands wrapping around my bare hips where the cut outs sit.

"We can't, you need to go. You might win." I say reluctantly.

"Ok, but just know I can't wait to tear this off you later." He promises.

That snaps me out of my daze, "I swear to god that if you tear any part of this dress I will make you suffer." I promise in a still slight lust dazed but threatening tone.

Tommy's chuckles and his phone buzzes pulling his attention from me, "That's the car, are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be." I say as I try to ignore that nerves swirling in my stomach. "Can you look after my phone? The dress doesn't have pockets."

Tommy laughs and tucks mine in an inside pocket before linking arms with me and leading the way out to the car.

The whole journey he strokes my hand in an effort to calm me. But as we near the crowds of people and the flashes of camera I feel myself begin to tense.

"It's going to be ok Azzy. Just breathe." Tommy attempts to guide me through some deep breaths as we roll to a stop.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick." I whisper looking out of the window.

"If you are, aim for the photographers." Tommy teases eliciting a small smile from me.

We sit for a moment before he gives my hand a squeeze, "If you want to leave at any time, tell me and we will go."

"Ok." I whisper.

"Ok." He fixes a smile on his face and opens the car door, stepping out with a wave to the waiting press.

I reach for my door handle but he rounds the car and gets there first, opening the door and offering me a hand.

I take it gratefully, turning in the seat and placing both feet on the pavement before getting out fully. I have seen too many people accidentally flash something to take that risk, even with the length of my dress.

Out here the noise is deafening and the the camera flashes blind me. Tommy ducks his head to my ear, "You look stunning." He promises.

When he moves his head back, our eyes meet and I feel like I can handle anything.

Straightening my back, I smile and let him lead me down the carpet. So many voice are shouting, their questions almost impossible to make out.

"Who's the girl?" 

"Give her a kiss Tommy!" 

"What would Mel say?"

To Tommy's credit his only reaction is to tighten hid grip on me and usher me down the carpet.

There is a brief lull in the noise that is enough to pull my attention as the press look back and forth between us and the car that just pulled up.

When a slinky red dress steps out I realise why. Mel has a dazzling smile on her face and waves to the press before moving onto the carpet.

I can't hear what they are shouting from where we are but for the briefest moment she looks down the carpet towards us. Her smile fades to pure rage which she quickly hides with a simpering laugh and wave for the photographers.

The next stretch we need to pass through involves interviews and we are midway through the second when I see a slim arm wrap around Tommy.

"How are you darling?" Mel sings out with a laugh that sounds so false I am sure everyone else can hear the weirdness too.

"I'm great thanks Melanie." Tommy doesn't miss a beat as he detaches her arm, "Why wouldn't I be with this gorgeous woman on my arm."

His look at me is adoring and Mel sucks in her lips to give a poor imitation of a smile. "Always the charmer aren't you gorgeous." She smiles tightly, "I'll catch up with you later."

Her painted red nails trail down his arm as she leaves and after feeling a small burst of irritation at her behaviour, I can breath again.

"Is it hard being with someone that so many woman are obsessed with?" The interviewer asks, thrusting the microphone in my face.

I guess I wasn't the only one to see the awkwardness. I smile, a real and genuine smile, "Honestly, it doesn't bother me as much now. So many people throw themselves at him but I know at the end of the day he comes home to me. In the middle of the night when he can't sleep, he turns to me. When someone treats you like their world it's hard to be bothered by anyone else."

Apart from that bitch Mel who makes me burn with a murderous rage, I add in my head as Tommy takes over answering the next question.

"You are a natural at this." Tommy says softly as we make our way out of the interview area and up some steps.

He releases my arm for a moment to flick out the train of my dress so it looks perfect as we glide up, "You think of everything." I grin as he takes my arm again.

"I'm a man of many talents." He replies with a wink.

Half-way up we stop and turn to smile and pose for the camera. Looking at just how many people are there I feel panic rise in me until Tommy brings one of my hands to his lips and kisses it, "Just focus on me gorgeous. You are incredible." He smiles, letting my hand go to rest lightly on his chest.

We give the photographers another moment as we gaze at each other before moving slowly up the remaining steps.

When we reach the large doors at the top we find ourselves stepping into a beautiful entryway where people offer us trays of drinks. I gratefully accept an orange one, taking a big gulp before realising it has alcohol in and it burns my throat on the way down.

"How nice of you to bring your normal little friend to an event like this. Give her a little taste of what it's like to be us." Mel's irritating laugh cuts through my coughing fit and grates my nerves.

She smiles and wraps herself around Tommy's other arm and I am about ready to lose it on her arse when Tommy speaks.

"Azzy is my girlfriend Mel. She's not getting a taste of anything. I brought her here because there is no one else in this world I would rather have at my side through everything." He steps away, pulling me with him and her hands drop limply from him, "I hope you have a nice night Mel."

As we march away I glance back briefly. Her mouth is hanging open in shock and there is hurt in her eyes. I almost feel sorry for her until she gives me her best eye daggers and I spin back to face the way we are heading.

"I'm sorry," Tommy said, "I didn't realise how bad she was getting until now."

"Don't worry," I reassure, "that little speech just then more than made up for it."

Tommy gives a half embarrassed laugh and leads me into the main room. It's gorgeous. Not the Astoria but beautiful none the less.

"We need to mingle for a bit before the presentation of the awards, you think you're ok to do that?" He asks.

"Well I made it this far."

The next hour is a whirl of familiar faces and trying to hide how completely star struck I am.

"You're doing incredibly." Tommy whispers and I melt a little under his praise.

We take our seats and I try to hide my eyes scanning the room to see who we are sat near. Throughout each award announcement Tommy's thumb strokes lazy circles in the palm of my hand.

"And the winner is Tommy Moore for his charity episodes of Moore Ways Than One." The presenter announces and instantly videos of Tommy creating an accessible home and garden for family with a wheelchair bound daughter pop up on the screen behind them.

Tommy looks at me in shock, as though questioning if he heard right. "You won! Oh my god you won!" I cheer through the applause around us, pulling him to his feet and giving him a gentle push towards the stage.

It takes a second but he recovers, smiling and waving his way up onto the stage.

"Wow, thank you so much." He says into the microphone at the podium, "I know everyone says this but I never expected to win. In fact, I was actually thinking about what takeaway I fancied on the way home tonight which was why it took a minute for me to recognise my name."

He pauses as laughter ripples through the crowd and his eyes find mine. "I just want to take this opportunity to thank the amazing crew I worked with filming the show. Not only do you make work not seem like work at all but I'd consider a lot of you family now."

I glance over at his team sat further down the row and how proud they look.

"I also want to thank the families who welcomed us into their homes and gave us the chance to create something really special for them. And finally I want to thank my girlfriend Astoria. Azzy, you make me a better man and I am so grateful for you." He finishes.

Applause breaks again out but in my mind it is just the two of us. Gazing at each other and falling more and more in love.