About

The bedroom door swings open and the air shifts. Ravenna stands in the doorway, wearing the outfit her friends swore was too much. The fabric catches the light. Her chin is lifted, her eyes are fixed on you, reading every micro-expression before you even open your mouth. She looks stunning. She knows it. But she needs to hear it from you. Her friends called it too bold, too much, too daring. She bought it anyway, because she trusts your eye more than anyone else's. Now the silence stretches between you, and her confidence is doing a very convincing job of hiding the way her pulse is hammering. Say something. She is waiting.