Although Elphaba and Galinda had been dating for a few months, they had friends first. Friends for almost a year until one night they both admitted feelings for each other while watching to raind pour outside. In their year of friendship, they had both gotten matching tattoos together. The sun and moon. Galinda had thought it was too scandilcious at the time, and scary, but after some convincing she had agreed.
-flash back-
“Galinda, please!” Elphaba shook the blondes arms as they stood outside a tattoo shop. “It’s Friday the 13th, it’s only $13!”
“Oh, Elphie- I don’t know.” She shook her head, not quite being prepared to get multiple needles in her skin.
“You’ve always said you wanted a tattoo, isn’t this perfect?”
“Well, I have always wanted a tattoo yes, but,” she paused, and hesitantly whispered, “If my parents found out they would be horrendified!”
“Galinda, you are an adult, okay?”
“I know.” She rolled her eyes.
“Okay, and as an adult you get to make your own decisions!” Elphaba tried to convince her, “It shouldn’t matter what your parents think- and getting a tattoo is not making you any less of a person. I promise you.”
“But what if they hate me!” She told her, peeking into the shop through the glass.
“They will not hate you, I swear.”
“I don’t even know what tattoo I would get.” She sighed, and the other girl shook her head.
“Don’t worry, they have books we can look through and see what we like.”
“Can it be pink?” She asked quietly, furrowing her brows together.
“Sure.” She opened the door for her to enter, “It can be whatever you want it to be.” The two had walked in, looked through the artists sketch book and had decided on the sun and moon with twinkle stars around them.
“Oh Elphie, this is perfect!” She squealed, “You are definitely the moon, and as for me,” she paused dramatically. “I am the sun!”
“Yup, you sure are.” She smiled as they took their seats.
“Where do you want the placement?” The woman tattooing had asked, they exchanged looks, they hadn’t thought about that.
“What about on the front of the arm?” Elphaba suggested, and Galinda had nodded slowly- starting to rethink the decision of a permanent mark on her body. She pulled herself together, and thought ‘there is nothing wrong with a little tattoo’, and nodded.
“Who goes first?” She asked again, causing the two to look at each other again. Elphaba could see the fear in Galinda’s eyes as she pulled out the smallest tattoo gun.
“Me!” She smiled, “Um, I’ll go first.” Galinda turned around and rolled her sleeve up. The tattooing process was quick. It was so small it took less than 10 minutes, and it barely hurt. “Hey, that wasn’t so bad.” She smiled, getting up and walking to Galinda. “Would you like for me to hold your hand?” She asked her then friend, she shook her head yes and squeezed tightly as the girl worked cautiously on her pale skin.
-flash back ends-
Now, almost a year had passed and the tattoo was nothing but an after thought. Often she’d wear longsleeved shirts so no one could even tell, and as Spring rolled around, she realized she couldn’t wear long sleeves forever, she could not keep it up.
“Galinda, it is starting to get warm outside- you really shouldn’t keep wearing those outfits.” Elphaba had told her one day walking to the library. It was getting warmer as the day went on and she could tell the blonde was hot, but not willing to take off the extra layer in risk of someone seeing the tattoo. No matter how small.
All Galinda could think about was, what would people think? Would they whisper behind her back, judging her for being so impulsive? Worse, what if her parents found out? She could already hear her mother’s sharp, disapproving tone: “A tattoo, Galinda? What were you thinking?” Elphaba had known there was no ill intent over hiding the small sun on arm, that she wanted to, but she would overthink too much.
Galinda sighed. “It’s not the heat.” She glanced away, her fingers brushing over her covered shoulder. “What if someone says something? Or worse, what if my parents find out?”
Elphaba tilted her head. “It’s not their tattoo. It’s yours. You don’t have to hide it if you don’t want to.”
Galinda chewed her lip, “Okay, fine. Maybe I should start showing it more- I want to, Elphie I really do, it’s just-”
“I know, it’s okay.” She smiled, giving her a quick kiss on he head. As she gained slightly more confident in wearing shorter sleeved shirt she also gained more confidence within herself.
A few people had commented on it. Saying “your tattoo is so cute!” or “Galinda, I didn’t know you had a tattoo?” in which she’d say, “Oh yes! Isn’t it darling? It was a bit of a whim, but I think it suits me perfectly!” Gaining smiled from other students.
“When did you get it?” A girl had asked while she was trying to find a book in the library from Dr. Dillamonds class. “And why?” She grazed her arm softly, before pulling it back, realizing she had been touching Galinda without permission. Elphaba had watched from a few steps beside them, wanting to hear her response.
“Oh, well Elphie and I got them together about a year ago, hers is the moon, and mine’s the sun. Isn’t it lovely? I used to be so she about it, but now I think it’s one of the prettiest things!” She glanced over at her girlfriend who smiled at the random girl.
“That is so cute- I hope I can get a tattoo one day too.” She smiled.
“Yes well, I’m sure when you do it will be lovely.” She told the younger girl who smiled and walked away.
“I can’t believe people just come up and talk to you like that.” Elphaba laughed, and Galinda made a face as if ‘was that not normal?’.
“Well, they are just being polite, Elphie!” She shoved her slightly, and the other girl nodded in agreement. Still thinking it was slightly odd.
One day, as the temperatures began to rise hotter, Galinda had convinced her to go to the nearby lake to go swimming. Galinda tugged off her cover-up, revealing her swimsuit and the delicate sun tattoo on her arm. She glanced at Elphaba, who had already shed her outer layer, her moon tattoo faintly visible against her skin.
Galinda caught the way Elphaba’s gaze lingered. “What?” she asked, her tone playful.
Elphaba shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Nothing. Just, you’re showing it off now.”
Galinda shrugged, though a faint blush crept across her cheeks. “Well, it is lovely, isn’t it? And besides,” She stepped closer, her voice softening. “It matches yours.”
“That it does, by dear.” She placed a kiss on her lips, grabbing her by the hand and leading her to the dock. As Elphaba was about to get in, Galinda had pulled her back.
“What are you doing?” She asked, shocked at Elphaba trying to get into the water.
“Ummm, swimming?” She looked around, confused. What else would she be doing.
“Elphie! I don’t come her to swim! I come her to tip my toes in the water and read a nice book” She smiled and pointed to her bag that held one of her books.
“Galinda! You barely even read! What in Oz are you talking about?!”
“Heyyyy, I read!” She defended herself.
“Well if you wanted to read then we could’ve gone else where, not to a late… where people come to swim.” She laughed. Elphaba took a deep breath in and stepped into the water, allowing herself to fully submerge. Galinda watched in horror, gently dipping a toe in.
“Elphie! This water is glacierist! It is freezing- there is no way I could stick my whole body in there.”
“My love, it is only refreshing and feels so nice after the walk over here.” She laughed, “Now, stop being so dramatic and get in here.”
“Me? Me dramatic?!” She exclaimed, “I'll have you know, this water is in fact freezing and that is the facts.”
Elphaba rolled her eyes but couldn’t help grinning. “Suit yourself, but I’m not waiting.”
“Good! Because you’d be waiting a very long time!” She called out, causing Elphaba to splash her with her hands. “Elphaba!”
“Come on!” Elphaba called, laughter in her voice. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little water.”
Galinda gasped, dodging the splash. “Elphie! You’re going to ruin my hair!”
“Oh no, not your hair!” Elphaba teased, playing with her own hair who was definitely messed up now. “Whatever will we do?” She splashed again, sending a playful wave in Galinda’s direction.
“You’re insufferable!” she shouted, but her giggles betrayed her irritation. Galinda huffed and put one foot in the water in, her shriek echoing as the cool water hit her legs.
Elphaba laughed, “You love it.”
“So help me Oz.” She slowly treaded her way in, yelping with every step she took taking her deeper.
“For the love of-” Elphaba swam quickly to the girl, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her in, “Hurry up!”
“Elphaba Thropp! This is torture, please don’t get my hair wet- I curled it perfectly for today.”
“You curled your hair…. For the lake?”
“Yes! I am not some monster! And please, Elphie, do not splash my face or my makeup will come off.” She warned the water only below her chest for now.
“Your makeup? Galinda, it’s a lake, not the Ozdust Ballroom!”
Galinda tilting her chin up. “That doesn’t mean I can’t look fabulous. Some of us have standards.”
“Mmm, how noble of you,” she murmured, placing both hands on the girls hips, and trying to hide a smile.
Galinda ignored the sarcasm, instead wriggling slightly as she tried to free herself from Elphaba’s grip. “I’m serious, Elphie! One splash and-”
Without warning, Elphaba grinned wickedly and tipped them both sideways, sending a small wave of water over Galinda’s chest.
“Elphie!” Galinda shrieked again, her hands flying to her now-damp hair. “You absolute menace! I told you not to-”
Another splash.
“Elphaba!” She screamed, but all she could do was laugh at the girls annoyance with her. “I cannot believe you!”
“You’ll survive.”
“You’re crazy.”
“And you’re adorable when you are angry.” She smiled, catching a slight blush on the blondes pale skin.
“Whatever, but don’t you dare dunk me, Elphaba Thropp, or I swear-”
“Swear you’ll what?’” She laughed picking up the girl and threatening to fully submerge her in the water.
“Elphaba! My hair!”
“It’s already wet,” she smiled, dunking the girl fully in. Galinda came up gasping for breath, her hair a wild, wet mess, her makeup certainly gone by now. She wiped water out of her eyes, her face flushed with a mix of shock and disbelief. “You- you...”
Elphaba stood in front of her, barely able to contain her laughter at the shorter girl who was not fully wet and blonde hair in her face.
“Oh, you think you’re so clever, don’t you?” she said, her voice dangerously sweet.
Elphaba smirked, crossing her arms, watching the girl wring her hair out. “I know I am.”
“Fine! Let see how you like it!” She darted towards the girl pushing her into the water, causing Elphaba to laugh in surprise.
“Galinda!” She couldn’t contain herself, she had never seen her girlfriend act so rough. Galinda continued splashing her until they both called truce. Leaving them both just relaxing as the day went on.
“Elphie, I’m getting hungry.” Galinda complained after awhile.
“Okay, would you like to head back in?” She offered, cupping the girls now bare face.
“Yes please,” she started to get out of the water, “I need to fix my hair,” Galinda muttered, pulling at a tangled strand and frowning. “And change. And-”
“Eat.” The girl interrupted, grabbing a towel and tossing to the girl who stood there waiting for girlfriend to offer it to her.
“Yes, eat. But first, to look presentable.”
“Presentable for what?” Elphaba asked, raising an eyebrow as they started the walk back to the dorms.
Galinda looked at her like it was the most obvious question in the world. “Dinner! I can’t go looking like this, people might think I’ve been swimming in a lake all afternoon!” She whispered to her.
“Well, you have been.”
“Besides the point!” She told her, rushing back upstairs. Elphaba had swung open the door for Galinda as she continued to reassure her girlfriend she’s be quick. “I’m telling you, Elphie, just a quick touch-up to my hair, and I’ll look completely refreshed. You won’t even-” She paused abruptly. Sitting perfectly on her bed, her parents- who she was not expecting. “Momsie and popsicle?! What are y’all doing here?” She asked, her voice full of surprise and tad bit higher than normal.
“Galinda, darling,” her mother said, standing up and smoothing down her perfectly tailored skirt. “We thought we’d surprise you.”
“Oh!” She smiled awkwardly, as they stood up to greet their daughter, causing the blonde to pull the towel tighter.
“What on earth have you been doing? You’re completely drenched, and you-” she sniffed the air, her nose wrinkling. “You smell like… outside.”
Galinda’s cheeks flushed. “I was at the lake,” she said quickly, glancing at Elphaba, who stood silently to the side.
Her father raised an eyebrow. “Swimming? In a lake?” he asked, his tone filled with disgust.
“Yes, Father,” Galinda replied, trying to keep the tension light. “It was lovely.”
“Lovely?” her mother repeated, her lips pursing. “That’s no place for a lady, Galinda. Lakes are filthy. Who knows what sort of, creatures are in the water?”
“And your hair,” her father added, gesturing to the damp, loose curls spilling over her shoulders. “You look unkempt, darling. Not like yourself.”
Galinda’s hands gently touched her hair. “I was planning to redo it anyway,” she muttered.
“No need for arguing, Galinda. Now, we were wanting to take you for a nice dinner seeing as we were in town?”
“Oh, Momsie, that really isn’t necessary-”
“Nonsense, we wanted to spend time with our lovely daughter.” Her father said, about to place a hand on her before realizing she was still wet.
“Fine,” she said at last, her voice bright but strained. “But Elphie will be joining us.”
Her parents exchanged a look, their disapproval was clear, and Elphaba could feel their judgement radiating off them. But her mother nodded reluctantly. “If that’s what it takes to get you to agree.”
“Wonderful,” Galinda said, clapping her hands together. “Give me a moment to get ready.”
“Okay, yes.” Her mother smiled softy, “And dear, don’t forget some makeup, darling. A touch of lipstick and blush can work wonders. You don’t want to look plain.” She patted her head and walked outside, awaiting their daughter. Galinda breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed.
“Sweet Oz, Elphie! I am so sorry to have dragged you into that but, I could not handle it alone.” She shook her head, rushing to the shower.
“Galinda, I hope you know you look perfectly beautiful without makeup.”
“Oh Elphie, you mustn’t lie to me!” She laughed awkwardly, already starting to wash her hair.
“I’m not-”
“Elphie, please! We need to hurry, start getting ready!” She called out, and so they did. They rushed quickly and as Galinda searched her closet endlessly she could not find the perfect dress.
“My love, this is just dinner not the Gala.”
“Ohhhh, you don’t know them Elphaba, they are very…. Particular people.” She threw a blue dress on and realizes Elphaba had been wearing something terribly awful.
“Elphie, do you mind if I…?” She hesitated, biting her lip, pointing to her dress.
“What?”
“Mmmm, it’s just- your outfit.” She shook her head, causing Elphaba to shrug, her expression indifferent but her voice soft. “Go ahead, Galinda. If it makes things easier.”
Galinda gave her a grateful smile before dashing to her wardrobe. She began rifling through the dresses, muttering to herself. “No, too bright. Oh, this one’s too short for a proper dinner. Oh! This should do!”
She pulled out a sleek, emerald green dress.
“Galinda, I don’t think I-”
“Please, Elphie,” Galinda pleaded. “For me? It’ll only be for tonight. I promise.”
Elphaba sighed, knowing there was no winning. “Fine,” she said, taking the dress. “But you owe me.”
Galinda beamed. “Oh, I’ll owe you forever, my darling. Now go, quick! Change before Mother starts planning to criticize your shoes.” She quickly applied her makeup, awaiting Elphaba return and they both left arm in arm to meet her parents downstairs.
“Well, at least she cleans up… decently.” Elphaba heard Galinda mother whisper to her father as they approached the two.
Galinda glared at her mother but quickly smoothed her expression. “Shall we go now?”
“Yes, dear. And would you look at that, now you look like my daughter again.” She gave Galinda a smile, leading them to the train.
As they arrived to the restaurant, Elphaba was stunned at how grand it was. Beautiful interior, soft lighting, and polished floors. Everyone had dressed up nicely with their hair done, she had been glad she took her girlfriends suggestion. But even in a dress, she felt awfully out of place. She trailed slightly behind, her discomfort evident in the way she clutched the strap of her bag. Galinda, however, made sure to stay close, encouraging her to keep up. And once they had seated, it’s like she was never there.
“So, Galinda, sweetie,” her mother smied, fixing her daughters posture. “Have you considered my suggestion about joining the summer charity gala planning committee? It would be such a wonderful opportunity for you to meet the right people.”
“Oh, yes, Mother,” Galinda replied, her voice chipper. “I’ve thought about it. But you know, I’ve been so busy lately. Elphie and I have had our hands full with schoolwork and now Madam Morribles lessons.”
“Elphie?” Her father asked, raising a brow.
“Yes, um, it’s a nickname I gave to Elphaba.”
“Ah, I see.” He said, shooting a quick glance at the other girl.
Her mother cleared her throat, clearly uninterested. “Speaking of schoolwork, Galinda, do you think it’s wise to focus so much of your time on,” She paused, glancing at Elphaba as if searching for the most polite way to phrase her next words. “Other pursuits?”
Galinda opened her mouth to respond, but Elphaba beat her to it, her voice calm and even. “Galinda has been doing exceptionally well in her studies. I’d say she manages her time better than most.” She smiled politely, watching as Galinda now fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve, trying to keep the fabric from coming up.
“I see- well, I suppose-” her mother starts, then lets a small groan of dissatisfaction again. “Galinda, please stop slouching- it’s not very presentable for a young lady.”
“I’m not slouching!” Galinda protested, straightening immediately and adding a nervous giggle. “See? Perfect posture! Like a ballerina! Oh, speaking of dancers, did I tell you about that new”
“Galinda,” her mother said, cutting her off. “Focus. And don’t rush your words- it makes you sound scatterbrained.”
Galinda flushed slightly but nodded, her smile faltering slightly. “Yes, Mother.”
As the waiter approached to take their orders, Galinda discreetly tugged at her sleeve again. Elphaba noticed immediately and leaned over slightly.
“Stop fussing,” Elphaba murmured under her breath.
“I can’t help it,” Galinda whispered back, her voice tight. “If they see it…”
“They won’t if you stop drawing attention.”
As the waiter turned to Galinda for her order, she was still leaning slightly toward Elphaba, whispering, “...I know. But it’s easier this way.”
“Miss Galinda?” the waiter prompted, his tone polite but tinged with awkwardness.
“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry!” Galinda straightened up quickly, her cheeks flushing pink as she fumbled to find her place on the menu. “I’ll have, um- the risotto, please! And a lemonade!”
Her mother’s lips thinned, and she set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. “Galinda,” she said, her tone icy. “What have I told you about being attentive in public? You should never keep someone waiting. It’s rude. And for goodness’ sake, sit up straight.”
Galinda’s blush deepened, and she quickly adjusted her posture once again, clasping her hands neatly in her lap. “I’m so sorry, Momsie, I wasn’t-”
“You weren’t paying attention,” her mother interrupted briskly. “It’s unbecoming of a lady. You need to start taking these things seriously, Galinda. How do you expect anyone to respect you if you can’t even manage basic manners?”
Galinda nodded quickly, her expression strained. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll do better, I promise.” She smiled and could feel Elphaba’s glare burning into her skin. Her parents had then went back to talking to each other, and Galinda used this time to assure elphaba it was okay. “It’s okay, I’m okay.” She mouthed, motioning for Elphaba to breathe and not say anything.
As the waiter brought out the their food and beverages, she reached for her lemonade, but just as her hand neared the glass, she froze. Her dress’s material was snug against her arm, and the motion began to pull the sleeve up, revealing the edge of her tattoo.
She hesitated awkwardly, her hand retreating quickly to her lap.
“Galinda,” her mother said sharply, setting down her fork. “What’s the matter now? Are you feeling ill?”
“N-no! No, Momsie,” Galinda stammered, her voice unnaturally high as she avoided her mother’s gaze. “I just, thought I saw a- um, a bug near my glass. Yes, but it’s fine now, really!”
Her mother’s lips thinned, her eyes narrowing slightly. “A bug? In here? Galinda, what kind of ridiculous excuse is that?” She shook her head, causing her to flush even redder now.
“I- uh, maybe it wasn’t a bug,” Galinda said quickly, “I just… um…” She faltered, glancing at Elphaba in silent desperation.
Finally, Elphaba leaned in slightly and said softly, “Excuse me, Galinda, would you mind coming with me to the restroom for a moment?”
Galinda blinked, confused, but nodded. “Oh, of course. Excuse us,” she said brightly to her parents, standing and following Elphaba, her parents exchanging looks between the two.
Once inside the restroom, Galinda let out a shaky breath, leaning heavily against the sink. “Oz, that was awful!” she whispered, burying her face in her hands. “I thought for sure she was going to figure it out.”
“She might’ve, if you’d kept fumbling like that. Honestly, Galinda, you’re as subtle as an elephant in the library.”
Galinda groaned, tugging at her hair. “I couldn’t help it! The way she looked at me- I just knew she was suspicious! And then I couldn’t think of anything to say, and oh, Oz, this is a disaster.”
Elphaba sighed, pulling her blazer from where she’d slung it over her arm. “Here,” she said, holding it out to Galinda. “This will cover it better than your dress.”
“Elphie! You will be cold.” She protested, “I know you, you always get cold-”
“My love, it is fine.” She reassured as she adjusted the girls collar, “You simply need it more than I do at the moment. The oversized fit made her look smaller than usual, but it effectively hid the tattoo. “Thank you, Elphie.” She paused. “Wait, I thought I shouldn’t care what my parents think.” Galinda teased and the girl rolled her eyes.
“Well, I didn’t realize they were that strict!” She told her, “I am not wanting to escalate things further. I don’t think I can hear anything else negative come out of their mouths about you”
“Elphie, you dont have to protect me from them,” she grabbed her hand. “Trust me, I’ve lived with them my whole like.”
“Any they’ve always been like this?” She asked, “Oz, Galinda, how do you breathe.”
“I don’t.” She winked and they returned to the table.
“Galinda, darling, why on earth are you wearing that jacket? You’ll overheat and ruin your complexion.”
Her father glanced up briefly from his food, frowning. “It’s unladylike to lounge around in something so ill-fitting. You look like you’re going to a barn dance, not a dinner.”
Galinda forced a smile, sitting down gracefully. “Oh, I just thought it was just a little chilly in here. I thought the jacket was rather- cozy, don’t you?”
Her mother gave her a tight smile. “Cozy is not the same as polished, dear. And you know how important it is to present yourself properly. You’re a reflection of us, after all.”
Elphaba, who had still remained quiet, subtly adjusted her napkin, her jaw tightening slightly. She opened her mouth to speak, but Galinda gave her a quick look- a silent look to just let it go.
“Of course, Mother,” Galinda replied sweetly, though her grip on the edge of the edge of the jacket sleeves. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I certainly hope so, dear.” She smiled worriedly, looking at the other girl who avoided eye contact.
As the waiter handed over the dessert menu, Galinda couldn’t suppress her excitement. She clutched the menu, scanning it with eager eyes. “They even have a chocolate souffle! Oh, Elphie, we have to try that!” She pointed at the picture on the menu, but as Elphaba opened her mouth her mother had interrupted the two.
“Really, Galinda, do you think that’s necessary?” She asked, carefully.
“What?” She asked, looking up at her mother confused.
“You’ve already had more than enough tonight. Between the bread, the pasta, and now dessert? You don’t want to make a habit of overindulging, dear.”
Galinda froze, the dessert menu slipping from her fingers as her dad removed the menu from her hands.. “I-I just thought-”
Her father chimed in, his tone overly reasonable but just as cutting. “Your mother’s right, Galinda. A lady knows when to stop. Moderation is key, after all.”
“Galinda doesn’t need anyone policing her choices,” Elphaba said, her voice protective over the poor girl who simply wanted dessert. “If she wants dessert, she’s more than okay to enjoy it.”
“Elphaba,” Galinda whispered, a hint of pleading in her tone.
“Of course you’d say that,” her mother replied coldly. “But Galinda knows better. Don’t you, dear?”
Galinda hesitated, her throat tight. The words she wanted to say caught somewhere between her mind and her lips. “I- I guess I’m not that hungry after all,” she said quietly, her hands twisting the napkin in her lap.
Elphaba turned to her, her brow furrowed in concern. “Galinda, you don’t have to-”
“No, it’s fine,” her voice cracking. Trying to mentally signal her to stop talking, it would only make things worse. “I probably don’t need it.” She whispered. She wanted to argue, to stand up for Galinda, but the hurt in the blonde’s eyes stopped her. This wasn’t about pride- it was about years of conditioning, years of hearing these words from the people who were supposed to love her unconditionally. She took a step back and stayed silent.
“Just the check, please.” Her father smiled, handing back the menu and Galinda sat awkwardly watching the man take the menus and walk away.
As the night ended, they bid their farewells to their daughter give her a quick squeeze and kiss on the cheek. “Well, we’ll be on our way now,” she said, cupping her daughters faced. She gave a quick nod to Elphaba before leaning into her daughter again. “My dear, you should be grateful for the opportunities you have. If you spent half as much time improving yourself as you do on these, distractions,” she gestured vaguely at Galinda’s dress and hair, and to the girl standing a few feet away. “... then maybe you’d actually be a proper daughter.”
She paused, her eyes narrowing as she took in Galinda’s appearance one last time. “And maybe lose a little more weight. You know how people talk. A little less indulgence wouldn't hurt, darling. You're not a child anymore.” She pulled back, squeezing her face slightly. Galinda just nodded, not wanting to say anything in fear or her voice giving her anxiety away as she still clutched to her jacket.
“Goodbye, my daughter.” Her father smiled, placing a quick kiss on her head. “We will discuss the summer’s gala soon, okay?” He smiled, and she just gave another nod. “And take that jacket off, it’s not cold out here.”
“Well, they sure know how to ruin a perfect day.” Galinda laughed awkwardly walking down to the street in the opposite direction of her parents.
“Honestly, I’m not sure how you put up with them.” Elphaba told her, and the blonde shook her head. “But, I do know what could make it better?”
“Hm?” She asked, as they walked a little further, Elphaba stopping her in front of a dessert shop.
“Dessert?” Galinda perked up, a small smile on her face. “But I thought I couldn’t have dessert?”
“Oh Galinda, you can have whatever you want.” She told the girl, opening the door for her. As they scanned the menu, she’s found a chocolate souffle here as well. “Here,” Elphaba said, handing her the cup. “It’s on me. You deserve it.”
“You’re really spoiling me tonight, aren’t you?” She took the dessert and went to sit at a booth.
“Yes, well- you deserve it.”
“Really? Thank you so so much, Elphie.”
“Of course, my love,” she said gently. “And by the way, I think that jacket looks perfect on you.”
Galinda looked up at her, surprised by the compliment. “Really? You think so?”
“I know so.” They finished their food in silence, watching outside the window people passing. “Are you ready to go back?”
“Yes! This was perfect, Elphie, I could never repay you for you… generosity.”
“And you don’t have to,” she smiled, “lets just go to bed, hm?”
“Sounds ever more perfect!”