Malia can barely believe she'd been invited to such an important ceremony. She can't remember the last time she ever had been. So she'd wanted to look good, maybe even make Elena proud. That's an odd feeling. She'd gotten help from the department store clerk — that woman had certainly earned her pay that day — and she'd also texted Stiles incessantly: first, to learn how to take and send pictures of herself, and then to make sure that everything she'd been looking at actually looked as good as the lady declared.
What she ends up in isn't that bad, even in her opinion. She feels awkward at first, but seeing everyone else dressed nicely is a relief.
She smiles when she sees the Danverses together. They make good mates, she thinks. A good couple, a tiny mental voice corrects. She doesn't understand why a little tear slips from the corner of her eye, though. She reaches up to wipe it shyly away, looking around to make sure no one has seen.
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Date: 2014-12-20 03:50 am (UTC)What she ends up in isn't that bad, even in her opinion. She feels awkward at first, but seeing everyone else dressed nicely is a relief.
She smiles when she sees the Danverses together. They make good mates, she thinks. A good couple, a tiny mental voice corrects. She doesn't understand why a little tear slips from the corner of her eye, though. She reaches up to wipe it shyly away, looking around to make sure no one has seen.