Y/N is the daughter of a famous director. After a breakup, she decides to return home to California where she meets Scarlett Johansson and Elizabeth Olsen. What happens when she falls for the two famous actresses? And what happens when they both fal...
I look at my reflection in the mirror, smiling in satisfaction at what I see. I look quite dashing, if I do say so myself. The right combination of handsome and gorgeously sexy.
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It's been a while since I've worn anything like this but the confidence boost that it gives me remains the same. And if I'm being honest with myself, I need it. I know that Lizzie and I are just going out dancing, but there's a nervousness in me that I can't quite explain. I've never felt this way with her before.
Anyway. Pushing that aside, I take another last look at myself in the mirror.
Pleased with my outfit, my soft curled hair and light make-up, I turn to grab my clutch. I leave the house at a quarter past seven, arriving at Lizzie's twenty minutes later.
Parking my car on the driveway, I slide out to walk up to her front porch. The door swings open before I can knock.
"Hi," Lizzie says.
I look at her and I'm stunned speechless, like my breath has been stolen from my lungs. I open my mouth but no words come out. Here I am, standing on her front porch looking like the biggest idiot. I know that I'm staring, but I can't help it. She looks amazing.
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The only thing saving me from embarrassment is the fact that she's wearing the same breathless expression. For a while, we both just stand there — on her porch, silently appraising one another with soft adoring eyes. My heart stutters in my chest at the way that she looks at me, like she's seeing me in a different light.
I can tell because I'm looking at her the exact same way.
"Wow," Lizzie says at the same time I say, "You look wonderful."
Her cheeks turn a shade of red at my comment. I smile at hers.
"Thank you," she says. "I was a little worried it was inappropriate."
"It's perfect." I clear my throat. "You're perfect."
I can't help it. She has to know. Despite the awestruck look that I'm sure is painted on my face, the words still needed to be said.
