A knock on the door interrupts the panic; Taylor nearly trips as she jerks to answer it, prompting you to move for it instead. Opening it, you find...
"Taylor!" Elizabeth half-shouts into the room behind you, "I was so worried that you were going to ditch me!"
Elizabeth... Looked pretty different from a few hours ago. Instead of looking like a slutty secretary, she'd opted for a nice skirt and blouse, with a sensibly professional jacket. Now, she looked like a properly professional office lady who had just gotten off of work.
You'd been so focused on seeing Taylor dress up... Or, um, rather, making sure that Taylor made a proper impact... That you hadn't really considered how the two of them would look together. It wasn't usually a big deal when you pictured your own future dates. But Taylor and Elizabeth would probably be compared to each other, wouldn't they?
You look back to Taylor, model-in-training, and back to Elizabeth, young business leader, and... Well, it didn't really work. But at least their images were so distinctly different that neither would make the other look worse. Rather, it was more... Like Elizabeth had hired a high-class escort, or Taylor was some kind of gold digger.
You weren't entirely happy about that, but it was only their first date; so long as they changed it up in the future, it shouldn't cause any unpleasant rumors. And for the present, looking so beautiful should hook Elizabeth's heart - or, at least, other parts - for good.
Stepping aside, you give a smile as you see Elizabeth freeze in place, eyes and mouth wide with shock. Her face slowly morphs back into a look of embarrassment, as she clutches her purse tightly and shuffles in place... But unlike earlier, she doesn't look away, unwilling to take her gaze from Taylor.
And Taylor, for her part, just wears the most radiant smile you'd ever seen on her, as she revels in her girlfriend's attention.
You'd done a good thing today, in teaching Taylor how to value her appearance.
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