"How are you not nervous?" I ask Virgil, fussing over my hair, my shirt, my facial expressions…
"I'm worried because of how nervous you are." He tuts, hovering over me. "We don't have to go if you don't want to." He says in consideration.
"I know." I shake my head. "I want to but I'm just nervous."
It was almost time for the famed dinner and I'm an anxious mess, fussing over my clothes that are already fine, wringing and ruffling my hands and hair.
"Hey, baby?" He cups my face in his hands to calm me down.
"Hmm?" I hum absently, lost in thought with how the dinner would go.
"It'll be fine and we'll leave as soon as you feel uncomfortable, now please for heaven's sake put on pants."
"Wh-What?" I blink in confusion, looking down. "I'm n-not wearing… pants?" I groan, realizing that truly I had been so flustered and nervous that I forgot to put them on.
