@drmakng ↴
plotted starter
she should be elated. there was nothing that should dampen the shimmer that this night had born. in a gown so dark and blue that it seemed like she had stolen a piece of the sky to wear the stars. ophelia should be bright and ethereal, but instead she was scare. fingers grasp nervously at the announcer card before her gaze catches chads. it’s a sharp inhale, as she tries to work through the swirl of feeling in her chest. he has his own fistful of stars, planets orbit around him, like his own solar system. it’s exactly how she remembers it. ophelia tries to smile, there’s something timid in it though.
ophelia knew that they were both going to be there. she had prepared for the off chance that they might be at the same table, or see each other at an afterparty. she had escape routes and crafted excuses. but now, there was nowhere to go. she peaked out onto the stage as she shifted back and froth on her heels. “ um - congratulations on the award. i know how much work you must have put in. ”
