Seventeen

The dress looks phenomenal.

It emphasises the difference between her hips and waist, something that she'd usually avoid, but she's embracing for once.

She slicks some more red lipstick on, fluffing her hair and straightening up.

"Ooh, you look cute. Date?" A woman she recognises from advertising asks with a grin.

"Yep. Do you think it's okay?" Conrad checks, doing a twirl in the mirror.

"If you have any jewellery, I think it would make a big difference," the woman suggests, glancing at her watch, "good luck!"

Once the door closes, Conrad reaches into her bag, digging along the bottom.

She manages to lay her fingers on a set of earrings, quickly putting them into her lobes after taking her boring studs out.

Her tattoos peek out from the halterneck of the dress, her back mostly exposed.

She inhales slowly, calming her nerves before she walks out of the bathroom.

She didn't think it would feel this real; when she suggested it, she didn't actually think he would agree to go.

She walks out