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she must have looked at herself in the mirror a dozen times in the last twenty minutes. a dozen and one now, since she looks. again. deep, deep breath.
odette couldn't help it. she wasn't made for events such as this one. no matter how many they attended together, each continued to feel like the first.
she fixes a wispy curl, purses lips tight as she reapplies lipstick for what was the third time. she's nervous, okay? it never quite felt right for her to be involved in high society galas - even if bruce insisted otherwise.
he was being monumentally patient with her. he never once complained about just how long it took her to get ready; how much time she cost them, how many times she'd step away from the doorway to adjust something or other. ❝ could'ja zip 'dis dress? ❞ back is turned to allow him access to the zipper, her fidgeting growing more obvious the closer he drew. ❝ do I look ridiculous? I always worry I look ridiculous, y'know? I dunno. ❞ she looks to their reflections. ❝ i don't wanna' embarrass you. ❞