Lacuna ¹

22

As the hour neared for Benedict to pick up Amélie on their first official date, the nerves started to develop for Amélie. This was her first ever date, and she was extremely nervous. She did have many suitors back home in France but they were all boys who her father had chosen and were extremely posh and and full of themselves to which she disliked greatly but this boy who had the dark curly hair and the liquid golden eyes is what she wanted for now and for years to come.

Amélie hastily rifled through her wardrobe in search of her outfit to wear. Skimming over multiple good choices until she finally found the one. She smiled in absolute glee. Placing it gently on her freshly made bed she searched around her room to find other accessories to go with her outfit of choice. Once finding everything that would match the outfit the best and laying it out onto the bed next to her outfit she made her way to the bathroom to cleanse herself. Using her favourite rose shampoo and bodywash she scrubbed her body and scalp and once done she quickly dried her hair in the bathroom with the hairdryer as the bathroom had one of the scarce electrical sockets in the house. With a towel wrapped around her she scurried back to her room to continue with her date preparations.

After drying her body further with the towel once she made it to her bedroom she threw on a loose and clean pair of pajamas before starting on her hair and light makeup. Curling every delicate strand of her ginger hair on the curling iron was difficult but Amélie made it look so effortless and easy. Her ginger hair were curled to perfection. Moving away from her hair for a moment to do her makeup. Amélie only did a simple dot of foundation to cover up the few spots that dotted her face as well as a few drags of the mascara brush through her lashes and a touch of clear glittered lip gloss to her lips for a pearl like effect. Amélie smiled at herself in the mirror, it was simple but simple is always the best way as then everyone can see your true beauty. Although Amélie didn't do makeup often and definitely was not an expert it turned out so simple and beautiful.

The next part she knew would be her favourite. Undressing herself of her pajamas she carefully put on her outfit. Her outfit was a simple white dress. The dress had small puffed sleeves that sat at the edges of her shoulders, a corset that she tightened around her waist to extenuate her figure and made her breast a small bit bigger, it had a slit on its right side that stopped about mid-thigh and altogether the dress stopped just above her ankles. Amélie couldn't help but adore the dress as it suited her so nicely after all it was another one of her Maman's picks.

Amélie could hear multiple voices downstairs and could only presume it was Charlie and Benedict and so hoping she wasn't taking too long she decided to finish up her look quickly. Quickly she strapped on white two inch heels around her foot and ankle and splitting her hair half up half down with a matching bow securely wrapped into her hair. She put her purse and phone into a small handbag as she didn't want it to get in the way. Putting her handbag on her shoulder before she then began her careful decent of the small house staircase.

Walking in the direction she heard the voices she eventually stood in the living room area with the two others. Both gasping lightly when they saw her. Amélie immediately thought the worst and eyed her dress hesitantly.

"I-is something wrong?"

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Benedict had never been so anxious as he was in this moment. This was his first ever date and he promised it would be the best although his nerves were climbing up his throat. Racking through his mind to be certain he left everything perfect before he left the house to collect Amélie. The date had to be perfect. When he realised that he had been sitting outside the Swan residents for twenty minutes he quickly made his way out of his car and made haste for the house door.

He pressed down his outfit to make it look proper. He wore a simple black suit with a white shirt under the black blazer that had a few top buttons undone showing his chained necklaces. His curls of brunette hair were brushed and styled to perfection. Using his left hand, he knocked on the door while his right hand held a bouquet of white lilly flowers. He kept adjusting his suit as he waited at the front door of the Swan residents. Taking in a few deep unneeded breaths that seemed to calm his tembling mind.