Room 414 [Friday afternoon]
Olive had a dress, and there were all sorts of...girl artifacts heating up and sitting in bottles on her bathroom counter at the moment. And as yesterday had proven, she wasn't bad at putting a look together, she was just sort of an...extremist. She didn't need to look like a hooker. (Even a classy one, for governors or athletes.)
So she had requested help, and as a result she wasn't feeling quite so lost. There was the dress, after all, and at the moment she was sitting on her bed considering the shoes they'd found. "Maybe I should wear flats?" she said, sounding unsure. "Victor's only a few inches taller than me. I don't want to...you know, make him feel tiny."
But the tall shoes were fabulous. She'd been told several times. And she also, personally, knew it to be true. But there was still part of her, after yesterday, that battled against the idea of standing out at all at the moment. Even if just as a really tall, awesome-looking girl.
[for one in particular, but also totally open for SP omg!]
So she had requested help, and as a result she wasn't feeling quite so lost. There was the dress, after all, and at the moment she was sitting on her bed considering the shoes they'd found. "Maybe I should wear flats?" she said, sounding unsure. "Victor's only a few inches taller than me. I don't want to...you know, make him feel tiny."
But the tall shoes were fabulous. She'd been told several times. And she also, personally, knew it to be true. But there was still part of her, after yesterday, that battled against the idea of standing out at all at the moment. Even if just as a really tall, awesome-looking girl.
[for one in particular, but also totally open for SP omg!]