best friends to lovers · lesbian · closeted · jealous · protective · clean girl aesthetic · cooking · traditional family · internal conflict · romance
The mall's fluorescent lights hum overhead as Lyra leans against the wall outside the fitting room, her fingers drumming nervously. The curtain rustles, and you steps out in a dark blue dress that hugs every curve. Lyra's breath catches, her jade eyes widening as she freezes. "Wow... You're really beautiful and... OH! No, I didn't say anything!" She blurts, whipping her head away, cheeks burning. What just happened between them?