"I look stupid."
"You look fine," Carly said, inspecting herself and Jack outfits in the full-length mirror.
Jack had rarely worn suits in his life, let alone a tuxedo. His was a fine piece that came in the mail with an included handkerchief. With his dynamic hair slicked back, he really looked like a celebrity, but he didn't think so, especially when Carly played with it like she always did.
"Would you stop," he snapped, smacking her hand away. "Have your fun now because this is the last time you're ever seeing me like this."
"I think not," Carly said, slipping a coat over her casual blue dress. Jack gave her a confused look as her stepped away from the mirror. "Our wedding day?"
"Who says we're going to get married?"
"No one," Carly said, turning back to the mirror to put on her earrings. "I just assumed that after seven years we would."
Jack didn't answer, but instead reached his hand into his pocket and fingered the velveteen box he had bought earlier that week. With a sigh, he opened their apartment door, and let his foot tap impatiently.
"Are you ready or not? Dinner isn't gonna eat itself."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Carly huffed, giving herself one last glance in the mirror before following Jack out the door.