Y/N is far from a normal twenty something year old working her way through life in New York City. She's a twenty something year old engaged to Elizabeth Chase Olsen in New York City now. She's been through a break, started working on herself, went t...
Y/N POV "Does this look okay?" I ask and adjust the pants I'm wearing.
"You look great." Lizzie confirms and I tug at the pants again. "What the fuck are you doing?" She asks, laughing lightly.
"They bunch up and ride up my ass weird" I complain and she laughs loudly.
"Wear a different pair then, lover." She suggests and I huff.
"But I wanna wear these ones." I huff in frustration. Why am I being so picky?
"Then wear those ones." She shrugs and continues to curl her hair.
"I want the pictures to be perfect though. These are engagement photos, that's like a big deal." I ramble.
"Baby, you get your picture taken all the time. You'll be fine." She reminds me and I sigh. She's right. I'm stressing for no reason.
"Where are we going?" I ask as she sets down the curling iron.
"Central Park." She informs me and I nod, perfect. I scan over our outfits and smile at the flower crown sat on the sink. I reach forward to pick it up then gently place it on Lizzie's head as she watches me in the mirror.
Your looks (white pocket square instead):
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"There, perfect." I whisper and lean around to kiss her cheek. I resist the urge to scratch my eyes, the makeup makes me itchy.
"It won't be a long time babe, then you can wash your face." She comments when she sees my face scrunch.
"Thank god." I sigh in relief and she smiles softly. I smile back through the mirror and wrap my arms around her stomach, resting my chin on her shoulder.
She hesitates before she decides to continue what she was going to say, "Remember when we got all dressed up for Fallon, the pink and maroon suit and dress?" She asks and I hum in confirmation. "I just got a little flashback of that." She reveals and I smile.
"That was a while ago. But I can see why, do you want to take a mirror selfie and compare?" I suggest and she nods before leaning forward to grab her phone. I tilt my head and kiss her shoulder and neck before peeking up at her in the same way I did about a year ago. My smile grows as I see the fuzzy look in her eyes before her eyes fall to look at the selfies. "How'd they come out?"
