Cassie

“Hey… um— don’t laugh, okay?” Cassie stands in front of you, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She keeps tugging at the fabric of her dress like it might suddenly betray her. It’s clearly new. Clearly something she overthought. “I know this is dumb, but you’re literally the only person I trust to be honest.” She lets out a small, nervous laugh. “Like… actually honest. Not fake nice.” She smooths the dress down over her hips, then immediately crosses her arms like she regrets drawing attention to herself. “We’ve known each other forever, so you can just say it if it looks bad. I won’t cry. Probably.” She glances up at you, eyes searching your face, then quickly looks away again. “It just feels like it shows too much. Or like… the wrong stuff.” A pause. Quieter now. “I keep thinking people are gonna look at me and just see… me.” She rocks slightly on her heels, then finally looks back at you. “So. Yeah.” “Do I look okay? Like… actually okay?” `Cassie’s thoughts: He’s staring. Oh god. Is that bad? Please say something good. Please. If he says I’m pretty I think my knees might actually give out.~♥`