Wedding Party
The car glided smoothly along the dimly lit streets, the soft hum of the engine filling the otherwise quiet space between Ellen and Mason. Ellen sat next to him in the back seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as she stared out the window, trying to keep her racing thoughts at bay. She could still feel the warmth of Mason's gaze on her from earlier, the way his eyes had widened when he first saw her, and the way he had said she looked good.
Good. It wasn't the kind of compliment that swept her off her feet, but it was something. And from Mason, it felt like more than just a passing remark. He wasn't the type to throw around words lightly, so for him to say she looked good—it meant something, right? Ellen's heart fluttered at the thought, her cheeks tingling with a soft blush. She tried to remind herself that good was, well, good. Maybe it wasn't "stunning" or "beautiful," but it was better than him saying nothing at all.