(outfit for chapter above) ━━━━━ ˚ . ✦ chapter forty nine i'm no angel
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IT WAS A quiet space, a spotlight on just her. Her eyes traveled the room, searching for answers to all the questions dancing around in her mind.
She took a step, the sound of her heel echoing as loud as a live band. That's when confusion painted itself on her face. She looked down and noticed she was in a ball gown. A nude ball gown.
It touched the floor, its train spread across the room. The top part where her breast sit together, it was colored and had long sheer sleeves. A beautiful diamond butterfly shaped broach sat between the seam of where the top and bottom merge.
The bottom of the dress was sheer, except where you could see her genitals. It felt like she had nude shorts on to keep the illusion. The dress was loose around her waist.
Eliza continued to stare and take in all the details until she realized she couldn't see her feet. She yelped as she understood exactly why she couldn't see them.
Her stomach had grown to the size of two watermelons. She was further along than before.
"I see you've noticed our gift." The voice startled her. Her eyes searched until a man stepped forward. He was dressed in a black and white tuxedo which seemed to fit him.
A smile etched itself onto her face, "Stiles."
"Hey, Liz." He seems older, more mature, his hair grown out more, the strands falling into a haircut meant for Prince Charming. A bit of facial hair found itself on his jawline, and a faint mustache, she could've sworn she'd fell even deeper.
"You look so handsome," she smiled walking towards him.
"You look even better." He returned the grin. He held his hand out for her to take, she only looked at it.
She paused before placing her hand into his. It was like their hands were made to fit in each other's. His large hand clearly covered her small one. As soon as they touched, music began to play from the shadows.
