How did she look? Perfect. But of course, she wouldn't just accept that, even from me (and she knows I mean what I say and say what I mean). Still, it was worth a try - as it had been every other time she found an excuse to wear a dress and drag me out somewhere. "Perfect. Can we go yet?"
"You don't think it's too revealing?"
I snorted at the very idea. Grown up Relena might be, but she was still refined, raised to be a lady, and above all modest, and therefore practically unable to pick a dress that wasn't appropriate. "I think it's just right, are you ready to go yet?"
She laughed quietly and came to kiss me lightly, glowing and alive as ever, her eyes bright. "You look good in a suit," she told me, as she had every other time she'd made me dress up. I nodded, wishing she would get on with it, but knowing that she likes nothing better, once in a while, to dress up and have me dress up and then spend ten minutes admiring our outfits before dragging me out to a dance or a dinner meeting or something equally out of place for me.
I hated dancing. Unfortunately, she didn't.
Although, if I cared to admit it to myself, I did like dancing, if only with her. She made it seem less awkward and formal, and more just a bit of fun. And at times, however secret I kept it, I enjoyed it for it's own sake.
That was a total secret from her and mostly even myself, though.
"Can we just get on with this embarrassment?"
"Oh, you know you like it, Wufei," she teased, running her fingers through her hair one more time. "Alright, let's go."
Another excuse to dress up, another excuse to dance, another excuse to spend time together (though that was a total secret, too).