As the time got closer to 9pm, Abi felt herself calm. She had taken a bath, played music on something that wasn't digital, tried five times to make her hair look pretty before giving up and letting it frame her face in her natural honey blonde waves. Still, she felt beautiful and even her shoes were heeled but short enough for her to walk in. Standing there in her great-grandmother's prized dress, she sparkled every time she twirled. It was perfect for dancing and made her look like a woman and not a teenage boy.
One final spritz of perfume and damn, she felt like a million fucking dollars. If he didn't like it, he was probably gay or something. She'd never felt so buoyed by confidence. The 20s suited her well.
She carefully navigated the stairs and looked around the lobby, spying him after a second. "Hello Prince Charming." He looked good. Cleaned up like an actual gentleman, though she was one to talk. "I love the hat." Abi reached up and ran her finger around the brim instead of flicking it this time.