Ophelia was in her room, in her dress and zipping up the zipper along her side. She looked down at herself and groaned, leaning back against the wall and looking up at the ceiling.
Abel was in his room fixing his tie and hair, which had been styled carefully. After a moment he sighed, looking at himself with a small frown before heading out.
She stepped outside, closing the door behind her. She wore a silvery dress that darkened around the bodice, making the train reminiscent of a storm cloud. Her black hair was down, not in its usual braid, and her brows were furrowed uncomfortably. She looked at him, but her whole face instantly brightened. "Look at you!"
He was quiet, watching her thoughtfully. After a moment, he finally spoke, a small smile on his face as he tilted his head towards her. "You look lovely."
She rolled her eyes playfully, coming over to him and straightening his tie. Despite the ease of her actions, there might have been a bit of a flush on her cheeks. "I look stupid. But you! Abel, you look amazing!"
He flushed as well, turning his head slightly to conceal it. "You don't look stupid at all. You look fantastic. You're just not used to seeing yourself in a dress.'
She laughed slightly, looking up at him. "You can't put a kangaroo in a ball gown and say it looks fantastic. The two ideas don't match up." She put her hands on his shoulders and grinned at him. "Either way, we should probably get going."
She laughed slightly, tilting her head. "A car waiting outside the bunker. We're fancy tonight, Abel."
