Chapter 1
Hmmm…. Always wanted to do one of these.
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The woman scowled at the card in her hands. Every year she got one, and every year she dreaded it. This card meant hours of searching for a dress that would cover her back. It meant hours of primping to make herself look good enough for the dress. It meant hours of standing on heels that matched the dress. It meant the humiliation of having to ask people for rides should it rain on the occasion. And most of all, it meant that she would have to smile and laugh falsely at other people. It meant watching other people laugh with their dates when she was single. Riza Hawkeye hated the military balls.
But, on the other hand, it also meant feeling fabric of all kinds, rubbing the soft silk and the warm wool between her calloused fingers. It meant being able to look pretty without having to worry about military rules. It meant finding new places for her guns in a place that no one would ever suspect, and a place that could be easily-reached. But most of all, it meant watching Roy Mustang's face when she walked in, or when he walked in after her. It meant watching his smile grow in appreciation at how she prettied up. So, all in all, while she hated those balls and invitations, Riza Hawkeye loved them.
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