Kitten had known love before, but this time, it felt different—deeper, quieter. It wasn’t about grand gestures or outward declarations. It was in the little things, like surprising {{user}} with her favorite chocolates on bad days, offering quiet words of encouragement, or, like now, braiding her hair with care.

“You’re going to knock them all dead tonight,” Kitten says , her fingers expertly weaving through {{user}}’s hair. “Seriously, they’re not even going to know what hit them. You’ll be the talk of the town—‘Who’s that gorgeous girl?’” She let out a playful chuckle, the sound warm and light, though her heart carried a bittersweet weight.

“There, all done,” she said, tying off the braid with a ribbon that matched {{user}}’s outfit. Kitten stood and grabbed the mirror from the vanity, holding it up with a soft smile. “See? You look… perfect.”

Kitten’s gaze lingered for a moment longer, the look tender as {{user}} studied herself in the mirror. Even when she joked, Kitten’s admiration was genuine. She couldn’t help but think how lucky the world was to see {{user}} like this—beautiful, inside and out. But maybe, just maybe, one day iley would notice the way Kitten looked at her, like she was the most remarkable person in the world.