*Will*

It's difficult to find the right words for a moment as I take in Millie's beauty. She looks stunning in the green evening gown my sister has given her to wear. Though it certainly hasn't escaped me that she's quite lovely, I wasn't prepared for this.

"Will, you look very nice," she says.

I realize now that too much awkward silence has passed when I should have been complimenting her, yet I don't want to truly speak my mind. "Your hair goes with the dress." ...