He watched her, his eyes wide with awe before he cleared his throat. "Well.. there won't be any apocalypse."
He grinned at her. "Don't worry," he said softly. "Nothing is going to happen. Besides, you look lovely."
She paused before giving him a shy smile. "Thank you." Clara cleared her throat, studying Poppy intently. "Something's off, I think."
"I don't know. Pops, go try on the next one, okay?" Poppy groaned dramatically before returning to the room, sliding the curtain closed behind her. "I'm going to die in here."
She sighed miserably. "Clara, why in God's name did you pick so many of them? Do I have to try on all of them?" Clara rolled her eyes. "We'll see."
The groan got louder from inside the curtain and Clara raised an eyebrow. "That's fine. We'll manage." "Francis, if I die in here, please tell Tom I love him."
She was quiet for a moment before speaking up as if she just remembered. "I'm also fond of you too," she said casually.
"Well, I love Tom, but I'm also fond of you. I thought you'd want to know that in case I die," she said wryly before sighing. "Ugh. Clara, this is embarrassing." "Come out, Pops," Clara said, rubbing her temple. The curtain parted and Poppy growled as she exited the room, her arms crossed frustratedly. Spoiler: Dress # 2
