49

4 2 0
                                    

she can't help it
she feels like some sort of royalty, walking down their main staircase on isaac's arm
her parents are waiting in the foyer, along with a couple she doesn't recognize
their entrance is planned, of course,
orchestrated by her mother and played out dutifully by adeline,
instructions over text
read aloud in a high-pitched tone by isaac
she smiles at the thought, looks over at him
his eyes are filled with something like pride as he takes her in, completely oblivious to the others watching them
she feels his gaze, sultry and yearning, on the hem of her dress
he hasn't seen her in anything other than leggings before
and she hopes her bare legs meet his expectations
she didn't do pilates
or really exercise at all
she'd gone through a bad spell of undereating in middle school,
but most days she was fairly pleased with her body
and yet,
she still feels self-conscious in the snug fabric meant to accentuate every curve and turn
not that she feels she has many

into the woods (on hold)Where stories live. Discover now