Tbp reunion · Y/n story by @hgyhhfuj

The soft hum of a hair dryer filled Madeleine’s bathroom, the air thick with the scent of coconut and vanilla.

Madeleine McGraw

You almost done in there? We’re gonna be late if you keep primping.

Her voice floated through the door, half teasing, half impatient. You caught your reflection in the mirror—hair falling in smooth, shiny waves, a touch of shimmer on your eyelids. A far cry from the nervous kid who’d shown up to set four years ago.

???

Damn, girl. Look at you.

Madeleine leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a grin spreading across her face.

Madeleine McGraw

I mean, I knew you were cute back then, but this? This is a whole glow-up.