Andy looked dat herself in the mirror, wondering for the millionth time if the tulle and lace dress that clung to her curvy figure was, well, too much. She had always been a fan of high fashion, of couture that most people were left wondering if it belonged on a person or on a stage, and this was rather tame compared to all of that. Still, the silver dress was a masterpiece of gray tulle and silver embellishments that mapped out nature elements along the hem and bodice of the dress that she opted to wear. However, she had a bit of a reputation for dressing scandalously, and that was not something that she had foregone. True to her nature, the detailing on the bodice of her dress offered a rather scandalous amount of skin; more than she was sure most people were used to seeing from her. As she finished fastening the last silver button at the base of her spine, she looked at herself in the mirror. The dress felt lighter than air, and with the light makeup, simple hairstyle, minimal jewelry, and the plain silver stilettos on her feet, she felt like a princess.

That was how every girl was supposed to feel at her prom, but over the past few years she had felt less like a princess and more like a pauper every single time. This year would be different.

However, there was something about this night that was giving her pause, and she couldn’t help but wonder if that had something to do with her partner. Her whole relationship with Lennox was great. She was definitely enjoying her time with Lennox, it was just that… the relationship was very much a physical one. There was nothing wrong with that, but there were times when she wondered if there was more to them at all, and her feelings just weren’t there yet. Hopefully someday they would be, but she wasn’t sure right now. The fact that she was thinking about all of this on prom night worried her a little, but she forced herself out of that mindset and prepared for him to get there, feeling the nerves beginning to claw at her stomach.

When there was a knock at the door, Andy smiled and made her way to it, opening it to find her boyfriend on the other side, looking effortlessly handsome as always. Except this time, she knew that there was effort involved, judging by the kilt that he wore. She knew that there were people who would tease him for “wearing a skirt”, but those people were childish and idiotic at best; he was representing his culture, and if she had any kind of a formal wear that would do the same, you better believe it would be draping her figure right now. But it wasn’t, because she was pretty sure the Chicago Hawthornes were not any kind of a recognized clan or culture. So instead, she settled for looking gorgeous. “Hey.” She looked up at him, feeling the familiar swooping sensation she got every time she saw him. She was attracted to him, she did like him, any feelings of doubt or concern were ridiculous. “You look amazing.”