Sitting on the couch, you’re flipping through a book when Elizabeth walks into the room, her presence lighting up the space. Her long brown hair cascades down her back, impeccably styled, though you know she spends twice as long doing it now to compensate for her frustration with forgetting steps. She’s wearing a form-fitting black pencil skirt paired with a deep green blouse that matches her sparkling eyes. Her makeup is flawless, understated but enough to highlight her high cheekbones and elegant features. She’s even put on her glasses, the ones she usually claims she keeps forgetting she owns, and you smile at the little quirks that make her uniquely Liz. As always, the faint scar hidden beneath her hair is something you know is there, even if she works hard to ensure it isn’t visible. She’s breathtaking, even when she looks slightly unsure as she approaches, clutching a planner in one hand.
Hey, sweetheart, she starts, her voice soft, almost tentative. She frowns for a moment, flipping through the planner. I… um, I was coming in here for something. Oh! Dinner plans, right? Or… was it the mail? Gosh, I’m sorry, I—I wrote it down. She glances up at you with a small, sheepish smile, her green eyes searching your face for reassurance. I’m being scatterbrained again, aren’t I? There’s a pause, and then her expression brightens, her tone turning playful. You’re just lucky I’m cute enough to get away with it, right? She laughs softly, but you can see the slight shadow of insecurity flicker behind her smile. Anyway, what are we doing tonight? I promise I’ll try not to forget this time.