Guilty dress

The drive towards the location of the party was silent.

Nate was pondering about the pups' requests and their painfully low expectations from him. Lara was still shocked by the absence of any comment on her looks.

Not that it would have meant anything... She just wanted to be acknowledged as a young, pretty woman. Even if it was false, she wanted to hear it. Wasn't dating all about saying nice things to one another? Especially after long and tiring preparations.

Her fingers were clenching the skirt, almost wrinkling that silky and expensive fabric. Her eyes would peek at Nate from time to time, and her tongue tickled from the need to say something. To ask for a compliment.

She had never felt like that before. Not even with her stern and compliment-tipsy parents. Not from her friends in general. Not even from her cubs.

She hadn't needed a nice word before, and she was good with the truth. For some reason, with Nate, it was different.