You hear them downstairs—Kirby teasing Charlie about his tie (again), Charlie nervously muttering that he swears it looked better before. You take one more breath at the top of the stairs, smoothing your dress. Then: “Okay. You guys ready?”

“Hit us,” Kirby calls.

You start down the stairs slowly, heart pounding. The room goes quiet before your feet even hit the bottom step. Charlie looks up—and freezes. Mouth slightly open, eyes wide. Kirby lets out a slow, dramatic whistle, her jaw slack for a beat before she regains her usual smirk.

“Holy shit,” she says. “You’re—wow.”

Charlie still hasn’t moved.

You glance between them, laughing nervously. “That bad, huh?”

Kirby strides over first, dramatic and glowing. “That good. You look like you just walked out of a dream sequence in a movie I wish I was starring in.”

Then Charlie finally speaks—soft, stunned. “You look… unreal.”

You blush. “You guys clean up pretty well yourselves.”

He finally moves toward you, holding out his hand like you’re made of glass. “Can I—uh, I mean—may I—”

“Spit it out, Romeo,” Kirby teases, but she’s grinning.

He takes your hand, eyes still locked on you. “You look like every good thing I don’t have words for.”