In a luxuriously furnished room…
A girl and a boy sat facing each other on opposing sofas, a polished coffee table resting silently between them.
Neither spoke a word.
The girl's pale pink eyes darted around the room, deliberately avoiding the boy's gaze.
Her hands, resting neatly on her knees, fidgeted with her fingers— a quiet display of her nerves.
A soft blush colored her cheeks as she pressed her lips together, as though holding back the words threatening to spill.
Meanwhile, the boy in front of her only looked at her with a slight smile on his face.
He seemed to be observing every little detail of her.
'Do I look okay? Is my hair messy? Are my clothes alright?'
'Ugh… I should've picked something better.'
'Maybe… I should've worn a dress or something…'
At that moment, a whirlwind of thoughts spun relentlessly through Dahlia's mind, making her feel faintly dizzy.
She had never truly cared about what she wore—fashion had always seemed irrelevant.
