"Keep them on"
Lilah blinks, taken aback. She manages to cover it up by placing the awful glasses back on her face and continuing where she left off, hating herself every second of it. Here she is, Lilah Morgan, grown woman, vice president at Wolfram and Hart, dressed up like a child.
A braid whips her face and she feels like ripping it out, but of course she can't. She has to leave it, because Lilah Morgan, successful lawyer isn't what he wants. He wants something she can never be, the sweet little girl with her science books and her goddamn eyeglasses.
What is she doing? She's Lilah fucking Morgan! She doesn't do things like this. She does whatever she damn well pleases, screw what everyone else wants. So why is she dressed up like a schoolgirl, pretending to be somebody she hates? And why does it bother her so much?
That's when Lilah knows that she really is in love with Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. She must be, because it wouldn't hurt so terribly if she wasn't.