Making him jealous was not ideal either and Ophelia still doubted that anything would happen at the social with another girl. Spending time with him and dancing was good enough, more than good, because she was with a friend. She prefered to cover as much skin as possible and yet she realized she was stuck in a rut. Coloring her hair with Simon opened a new door of possibilities. She didn't have to be afraid of her appearance as much because there were people with stranger looks out there!
She felt insecure, still, as she slipped it on and more so when she faced Simon. Why was he staring? There was no reason for him to do so. "It's not that good," she stated. "I mean, it's nice but..." She didn't think it made her look beautiful and her cheeks were red once again. Over the span of five minutes, he managed to fluster her repeatedly. Receiving a compliment from anyone other than her parents was a big deal and she couldn't let him think she was ungrateful.
"Thank you." Ophelia reached out to touch him on the arm. "It's a little too much black. I think I need a different color for contrast. What about this white one?" She showed him a white top with ruffles down the center and semi-transparent sleeves with a flowery design. "I thought this one will be nice for special dinners or something. It looks a little old fashioned, I guess."