Come What May, Pt. 59
Oliver looks dashing in his suit. He looks much more masculine than I’ve ever seen him look, and while I love his usual androgynous style, he does look really good this way.
“Not used to really seeing me look so manly, are you?â? Oliver says, smiling. “To be honest with you, noâ? I answer. “Yeah, well it’s nothing I’m making a habit of. This is really too normal for me. I like my skirts much better,â? he laughs. I smile at him. He’s so quirky.
“Well, this is one of maybe…two occasions you’ll see me in a suit,” he says as he walks away from me. I’m confused as to what he means. “And what are those?” I ask. He just blows me a kiss, and says “Figure it out, Dreamy. Why would else would I wear a suit, unless for a photo session like this, or an occasion that I’ll really, really have to dress up for?”
My jaw drops as I figure out what he means. I run up to him, and whisper, “If you wear a really nice suit, I’ll wear a really nice dress.” I wink at him, and he winks back. “It’s a date then, Dreamy.”