Lydia and OTA
Lydia was entirely in her element. Not only had she managed to take Malia shopping, but she got her IN the dress AND did her hair. She didn't think she'd get away with trying to get her to wear makeup so Lydia hadn't even bothered.
She, of course, was wearing a vintage little black dress. Her red hair was piled on the back of her head with curled strands spiraling down playfully to between her shoulders. Her heels clicked against the hardwood floors as she bustled from her loft to the other to make sure all of the preparations were done, the last minute details perfect.