Jughead & Mal
Jug knew he was going to have some trouble not staring at Mal because she looked damn fine in her dress. It was perfect for her and he knew exactly how much she and Evie meant to one another. He'd had a good inkling before, but this sealed the deal. No one put in that amount of time and effort for someone they didn't care about, no matter how much money was on the line. Jughead wasn't ever planning on not treating Mal right, but he knew he'd have yet another person on his ass if he ever did her wrong.
"I wonder if there are any strawberries here," he mused as they walked over to the food table. He'd put his hand at the small of her back, not because she needed to be guided but because he really wanted to touch her and that seemed like as safe a place as any. She sure was beautiful, and probably plenty of trouble. His dad was going to give him shit sooner or later about it.
"I know I said it before, but you look amazing, Mal," Jughead complimented. He really couldn't even say it enough because every time he looked at her, he thought she was more beautiful.