Elena Michaels

Malia hesitates when Elena kisses her cheek like that, but she turns her head enough to press one back. "You invited me," she reminds. She reaches up to touch her hair and smiles. "You're really pretty." And Malia knows it isn't like she's dressed particularly stunningly. But she is. There's something about the way she carries herself today. It's like all of her feelings are the sun, and it's glowing out from inside her. She's beautiful.