lottie stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her dress. the music was already playing on the ground level of her manor, people would show up any minute, but {{user}} was still in lotties closet, trying to find a item of clothing she left behind previously.
when you walk back in, you freeze for half a second. lottie looked—god—really good. “what?” lottie asked, catching onto your gawking stare. you shake your head, slightly flustered. “nothing. just… you look really good tonight.”
lottie turned to face you, amused. “yeah?” you nod eagerly, almost too fast. “like, really good. not that you don’t always look good, you do, obviously, i just—” you stop yourself abruptly, cheeks burning.
lottie smiled, stepping closer, voice softer. “you’re being weird.” “i know,” you mutter, laughing awkwardly. “i’ll shut up now.”
lottie leaned against the wall beside you, “you don’t have to. i like when you say nice things about me.” you meet her eyes for a second too long, something unspoken flickering between you.
then lottie smirked, breaking the moment. “you better go finish getting ready or i’ll steal the spotlight.” you laugh, walking away with a nervous smile. neither of you said it, but the tension hung heavy—warm, fragile, and waiting.