Plagg was a traitor. The stupid traitorous conniving… He had jumped ship almost immediately and was ACTIVELY working to thwart his every move. He was so keen when he wasn't a lazy uncooperative little…
"HE'S PEEKING!" Plagg's tiny voice declared, his sentry post at the space between the panels of the screen giving him the perfect vantage point to rat Adrien out.
"I am not!" he protested, backing off to sit back in his chair with an innocent smile before Marinette looked around the barrier.
"Adrien stop trying to look! Thank you Plagg here you go," she cooed, her irritated tone shifting into sweet as she rewarded Plagg for his duties. The black kwami met Adrien's glare smugly as he ate his cheese bread, the lying jerk even purring for Mari when she pet him.
Alright well he hadn't been lying that time, Adrien HAD tried to peek but all the times before Plagg was just pretending so he would get more food.
Adrien settled back into his chair with a huff, throwing himself back into his game to distract himself from how done he knew her dress was. It was finally morning the day of, he was expected to report back home in six or so hours to start getting ready for the pre-gala press junket. The two of them had struck up a routine over the past few days. Adrien would show up in the morning with a smile and a hug for Tom and Sabine then go up to play video games on one side of Marinette's barrier. They would eat their meals together, find some space of time to nap, then Adrien would leave for home after dinner. Later that night after Marinette's parents fell asleep Adrien would slip back in through the hatch as Cat Noir and continue keeping her company until it was almost morning. Then all he had to do was make his appearances at home, announce he was going out again and then show up at the bakery as Adrien.
This pattern was only disrupted for the particularly nasty Akuma attack that took place just the day before as well as a few errands or last minute supply pick-ups Marinette needed to accomplish.
It had been weird for both of them, hearing the loud explosion go off across town when they were just chatting about nothing at all. They had looked at each other with wide eyes before they were both dashing for the hatch, calling out to their kwamis and rushing to the scene. To watch her transform and fly ahead of him was… beyond surreal, and knowing that after they did their jobs they would both just go back to hanging out like nothing had happened kept a smile on his face all through the fight.
No one except him knew that the spotted savior of their city had been singing songs in her room just that morning. He felt privileged to be a part of all of her life now but… then again, he felt privileged to just know her at all.
"I'm gonna see it tonight Mari can't I just know the color?" he whined, the mystery had seriously been killing him. It was his running theory that it was silver but he had no way to prove it.
"You're going to see it tonight, can't you just endure one more day?"
"No!"
She laughed, and on her side of the screen she put down her tools for the last time. With a long satisfied sigh she took a step back and admired the completed gown hanging from the mannequin.
"It's done," she announced, her pride and exhaustion clear in her voice.
Adrien pouted when both Tikki and Plagg zipped over the divider and got to take a look. The two of them sang praise, and Adrien wasn't sure if Plagg actually cared or if he was just commenting to bug him.
"Do you think Mr. Agreste will… h-he might…" he heard Marinette's voice falter and he was immediately right up against the divider, not looking but lending his voice in support.
"You're fantastic Mari and all of your work is amazing. I'm not joking when I said he was impressed! I'm positive the dress is perfect, give yourself some credit."
She laughed, the sound sort of off with her nervousness. "You haven't even seen it."
"And who's fault is that?" he joked, wanting her to laugh again. When she did the sound was a little steadier and it made him smile.
"Want me to tell him it's ready?" he finally asked after a moments silence, and she seemed to take a deep breathe.
"Yes."
He nodded to himself and took a step away as he pulled out his phone. He saw his lady come out from behind the screen from the corner of his eye as he pulled up Natalie's contact and pressed call.
Adrien gave Marinette a soothing half hug when she walked up to him, and gave her a grin as well for good measure before Natalie answered.
"Hello," he greeted her, getting straight to the point. "My father is expecting to see a dress today designed by Marinette Dupain-Cheng, will you please tell him it's completed? And find out when he'll be available to see it."
"Oh yes he was expecting you to call," she answered in a dry professional tone. "He will be available in thirty minutes, can you be here by then?"
"Thirty minutes is that alright princess?" he asked aloud, looking down to see Mari nod with wide, worried eyes. "We can do thirty minutes," he said, speaking now to Natalie, confused as to why he heard a quiet chuckle over the line.
"I'll tell your father to expect you and your princess. Good day."
Adrien stiffened as the call was suddenly terminated, a hot wash of embarrassment rolling over him. He really hoped she left that bit out when she talked to his father.
"What are you blushing for?" Plagg demanded in a weedy voice, smirking at him when Adrien tried to swat him.
"Nothing you hairball," he hissed, but Plagg just laughed and Adrien looked over to see that his lady was already back behind the barrier.
"Packing it up?" he guessed, to which she made a vague noise of confirmation. "Don't be nervous, it'll be alright. I'll be in there with you if you like I promise I'll do my best not to look."
"N-no it's alright, I should present it alone. I'll be okay… it's a good design, I'm proud of it. I'm sure he won't… mmm." She didn't finish the thought, stepping back out into the open with a large black dress bag before laying it gingerly across her desk.
..
Adrien spent the next twenty minutes in her room trying to encourage her and bolster her confidence, continuing to do so even as his driver pulled up to take them to the manor.
He kept up the steady stream of "you're so talented" and "you're fantastic" to calm her nerves even as they walked in and up the stairs, finally crushing her with the most supportive hug he could manage as they stood outside his father's office.
"There would be a mannequin inside… you're great you know that? So pretty and funny-"
"Stop it!" she whined, blushing as she clutched the garment bag and giving him a glare he only smirked at.
"Alright… wish me luck," she laughed uneasily, and he just rolled his eyes.
"You ARE luck Marinette, you're gonna do great. But still, good luck my lady."
She nodded her head and he was pleased to see strong defiant confidence in her eyes before she let herself in, calling a greeting with a winning smile on her face before closing the door and obscuring his view.
"You've got this Mari…" he said to the door, settling his back against the wall to wait. His father was getting to see the dress before him and it was entirely unfair.
"Hello sir," Marinette greeted the intimidating man sat at the large dark wood desk at the end of the room, closing the door behind her and grateful for the supportive look Adrien gave her before they were separated.
"Hello Ms. Cheng," he greeted in return, rising to walk around the desk. He met her half way, just beside the bare mannequin waiting to perform and shook her hand. "Will my son not be joining us?"
"No sir, unless you wanted to-" she edited quickly, explaining herself as she set the garment bag down on the table provided. "I wanted the dress to be a surprise so he hasn't seen it yet, he doesn't even know what color it is."
To her surprise the outwardly cold man smiled slightly, obviously entertained. "Is that so? Well, it shall be between designers then."
She filled with pride and confidence when she was referred to almost as an equal to the man who had dominated the industry for years now. She wasn't sure he had meant it that way, but that's how her frazzled nerves were going to take it.
With a deep breathe to steady herself she pulled at the zipper of the black bag, pulling it down and revealing the gorgeous deep scarlet color of the gown with flashes of silver decorated throughout it.
Gabriel did not wait for her, reaching out with practiced hands and gently pulling the dress out from its confinement. He did not like to admit it, but the way the fabric blossomed out as its length swept towards the floor was utterly unique. This girl had a style he couldn't say he had seen before.
He stepped forward to drape the dress gingerly over the still model they were using, settling the strapless design over its torso and taking a step back.
The gown was reminiscent of the turning spirals of a rose petal. One the right side the shining red silk was bundled up into a tastefully and intricately hand beaded silver design, informing the flow of silk into a long looping curve that fanned out behind the mannequin. He could see the original design was meant to drag and flow almost like a wedding dress but had been altered for practicality, and he found himself imagining it being paraded elegantly down a catwalk. His eyes trailed expertly along the complimenting beaded design wrapping in a band just below the breast, and with long silent steps he circled the model, watching as the design gave way for the unique corset like ties that split the dress down the spine. There was a sensible interior cover to hide the more slender lines of a woman's back. Tasteful, considering she was only a child. So she had a sense of decency as well.
He was silent for a time, ignoring the fidgeting girl beside the creation almost completely before he had an order in mind.
"Ms. Cheng," he spoke, and the girl jumped slightly at the sound. "Will you hold the hem of the dress in your hands?"
"Y-yes sir," she said, bending down to gather up the fabric and follow his command.
He stepped forward to compare the color to the girl's skin tone, finding that it complimented her perfectly in a way he doubted it would complement others. So she knew how to adapt as well.
"Thank you," he said dismissively, signaling for her to drop the fabric and step away so he could examine it more closely.
He examined the beading, seeing most of it was done by hand to an amazing result, his fingers probing and searching along the lining. The few mistakes he had seen present in the coat were absent in the final product of the dress, the sway and curve of the silk making it a perfect choice of material.
His only notes were on the quality of the beads themselves not on the craftsmen's ship it took to apply them, and he recognized that for the daughter of a baker that was just a restriction of her wallet not of her talent. If he gave this girl access to the highest quality materials she could recreate this dress and create entirely new designs that would astound waiting audiences. Even as it stood he had no doubt there were many even in his tightest circles of clients who would proudly represent it.
"This is a design you have been developing for some time now I presume," he spoke aloud, looking over at the clearly nervous young girl. "If this was the result of merely a few days planning it would not perform so highly I am sure."
"Y-yes sir," she stammered, steeling herself so she could speak more clearly. "I have planned elements of this gown for almost a year, it was only a few days ago that I decided to pull them all together into one piece."
He had said 'perform so highly' did that mean he liked it? His face was so unreadable she had no idea.
"And you started from that design the same day my son approached me?"
"Yes sir."
He nodded, his eyes pouring over the dress once more.
"Ms. Cheng, from your entry into the bowler hat competition I knew you had a unique style, but I must admit this far exceeded my already high expectations. This will more than hold up at an event like the gala." He caught her shocked gaze and held it, speaking formally and clearly. "I hope you take that as a compliment. An event like this is filled with work from well-known successful designers from many countries. To have a student's work hold its own with such high blood is very impressive. You should be proud."
She bit her tongue to contain her squeal of joy, her excitement clear in her eyes as she bowed her head.
"Thank you sir! S-something like that coming from you is amazing. Thank you!"
He smiled slightly, surprisingly not put off by her show of excitement. She was a child after all, it was respectable that she had contained herself as well as she did. A sense of formality as well? Hm.
"Ms. Cheng," he asked again, walking back towards his desk as he prepared to dismiss her. "I look forward to seeing you in this dress at the gala, you have my permission to wear it. And also," he began, sitting down in his chair and looking at her with cold calm, "will you be in Paris come summertime?"
She blanched, unprepared for such a seemingly random question.
"Uh yes sir."
"Excellent. I'd like to ask that you take an internship with me through the summer. Seeing the summer line develop would be invaluable for someone already at your skill level, it would benefit you and your work greatly."
She jolted, cutting off a gasp by the strength of her teeth alone.
"Y-yes sir, I-I'd love to! Thank you!"
He nodded, unsurprised that she had accepted.
"Very well, I'm sure I'll be seeing more of you as time goes on, Adrien rarely makes a fuss about these things. The fact that he did so for you must mean he's fond." He saw her blush and stiffen but did not comment, turning his gaze down towards unfinished work. "You may go Ms. Cheng, thank you for your time."
"Thank you again sir!" she said, bowing her head again before rushing to pack away the dress.
She darted from the room, holding the bag close to her as she closed the door behind her and turned to meet Adrien's expectant yet nervous face.
"Well?" he demanded, the suspense absolutely killing him.
"HE LOVED IT" Tikki shouted in her tiny adorable voice, flying out into the open to grab Adrien by the nose.
Adrien flinched and grabbed her off gently before he went cross-eyed, looking past the little red creature to Marinette, who looked ready to faint from shock.
"H-he," she stammered, her eyes dazed and disbelieving. "He offered me an internship."
Adrien froze, his eyes widening with the simple statement. Saying that summed up everything for him, making it clearer than any number of hours spent detailing it could. If his father did something like that then…
"Seriously?!" he exclaimed, jumping almost a foot into the air as glee overwhelmed him. "Mari that means he was REALLY IMPRESSED!"
"I-I can't believe this," she gasped out, clutching her heart and starting to giggle uncontrollably as they moved down the hall.
"I can!" Adrien countered, steering her down the corridor towards his room so they could freak out in peace. "I can absolutely believe it Mari you're amazing please show me the dress, please!"
She started to hop as they walked, their kwamis braving the open air as Plagg led the way towards Adrien's room.
"I can't believe it I can't believe it ADRIEN OH MY GOD!" she finally released, Adrien's door shut behind them and giving them privacy. "I can't- I'M SO- HE- woah your room is huge."
Adrien turned around at the sudden change of two, watching her blink in surprise as she looked around and strode towards the center of his room.
"Oh uh yeah," he laughed, not sure what else say.
She blinked once more before shaking her head and saying, "Okay ANYWAYS."
She quickly set the dress down on the couch, smoothing the bag gently as she gave a word for word recounting of everything said. Adrien would color the commentary with little quips of "Seriously?!" and "That's so weird he's usually so harsh!" between his uncontrolled bouts of excitement.
He and Mari gripped each other's upper arms as they bounced and babbled, hugging each other tightly as Mari gushed and gushed her excitement. She had to sit down after a while, Adrien still begging to see the gown.
"No Adrien! You'll have to wait to see me in it," she said firmly, still a little flustered from receiving approval from Gabriel Agreste.
He sighed, but ultimately gave in. He looked over at her with a small smile, looking on as she actively calmed herself.
"Tonight is going to be great Mari, thank you so much for going with me."
She laughed, still a little distracted.
"Well better me than Chloe," she giggled, "I couldn't do that to you."
She missed at first how he stiffened, his hands balling up into fists, but eventually when she looked up she noticed just how much he had paled.
"Adrien?" she asked softly, but he didn't respond, staring directly forward. "Adrien you did remember to call her right?"
There was silence as sweat broke out on his forehead. Then, finally, in a small squeak of a voice he said, "Oops."
"Adrien oh mY GOD."
"Oooooh man," he said in a shaking voice, suddenly pacing back and forth, "Oh man oops, ooh crap."
"ADRIEN!" she scolded, back on her feet with her hands waving wildly, "The event is TONIGHT."
"I completely forgot," he admitted, starting to laugh almost out of panic, "Oh man I am such a jerk wow."
Marinette was staring at him with wide eyes, seeing how bad he felt and eventually moving to comfort him. "M-maybe your dad told them?"
"Maybe," he said quietly, obviously not hoping for very much as he pulled out his phone. "Only one way to check."
"Have fun!" Plagg calling teasingly, thoroughly enjoying everything that was happening only to be scolded by Tikki a moment later.
Adrien's heart hammered in his chest as his phone rang, giving Marinette an anxious grin before jolting when he suddenly heard "Adrikins!"
"U-uh hello Chloe!" he said nervously, pacing quickly in front of the windows.
"I'm looking forward to dancing with you tonight Adrriieen," she cooed in a singsong voice that made his skin crawl. "Call to find out the color of my dress? It's yellow just so you know."
"U-uh actually no, um…" he swallowed, unbuttoning his coat with one hand since he was suddenly much too hot. "I uh wanted t-to let you know that um I have to go early, before hand you know for a press thing s-so-"
"Oh me too!" she interrupted him. "Me and daddy have to talk with the reporters, voting season is soon you know~"
"Um w-well uh after the press junket I'm actually uh- I'm going to be attending the gala with a partner. Uh, someone else."
There was a horrifying pause where nothing happened and he desperately tried to cover himself. "U-uh you know how we're always getting paired together c-cause we need partners and stuff but- uh I actually have a date this time so, j-just letting you know you don't have to go with me this year."
Another pause where his stomach tried to eat its way out of him. Then-
"Oh I know, your dad called my dad" she surprised him with laughter, "But it's just Marinette! I'm SO sorry you got paired with her, how is she even going? We can ditch her as soon as it starts though don't worry."
He froze, a hot wash of anger rolling through him as he halted in his pacing.
"Actually Chloe," he replied, making at least somewhat of an effort to hide his irritation, "I invited Marinette to be my date personally, so I'll be with her the whole night."
Marinette's eyes widened at his bold declaration, her cheeks slightly warm at the announcement of a date but mostly just shocked he was saying it to her.
Chloe's gasp on the other end of the line was almost like a hiss, being sucked in through a slit of her teeth probably.
"What do y- why would you want to go with her!? On purpose."
He silenced a huff of irritation but couldn't keep from grinding his teeth, his jaw taunt when he opened it to speak.
"Because she's my friend and she's who I chose to go with. I'm glad my father already notified you though so it's not a problem. Bye Chloe," he said quickly, hanging up before she could even finish saying his name.
He dropped his phone on the couch, groaning and rolling his eyes before turning back to a shocked Marinette.
"Okay that was awful but at least she already knew."
Marinette gave him a slightly chastising look. "Well in fairness you should have called sooner."
"I know I know," he waved her off, ruffling his hair with one hand in an unconscious gesture.
"What did she say?"
"Ah it doesn't matter," he said evasively, not wanting to repeat her superior tone. "I'm going with you that's what matters. I won't let her bug you."
"I'll be fine," Marinette said with a smile, the expression evolving into a slightly satisfied smirk that she tried to hide.
Adrien steadied himself with a long deep breath, his hands on his hips as he stared at the ground to recollect his thoughts. After enough time had passed he decided to ignore the topic of the gala all together and instead gestured around him saying, "So this is my room."
He spent the next hour or so showing her everything in his room, taking her on a humorous tour that Plagg assisted with occasionally.
Tikki and Marinette followed behind as Adrien darted around, gradually getting more and more excited as he showed her his favorite things. She didn't comment, but seeing his ornament sitting primly beside his computer made her smile.
He made jokes to make her laugh and took her teasing good naturedly as they went along. ("Isn't the rock wall a little excessive?" "Is that a skate ramp?" "Sweet Ladybug poster- No don't take it down! I like it!") They passed the time in such a way, eventually settling down lying side by side on his gigantic bed while he rolled onto his back to make wide hand gestures towards the ceiling while he told a story.
She was glad he wasn't looking at her because she was kind of having a heart attack thanks to the fact that she was literally laying in Adrien's bed with him, and while she had mostly gotten over her nerves with him courtesy of all the time they had spent together being absolutely surrounded by his smell was a little overwhelming. It was soaked into the sheets and pillows and made her face flush all on its own, her mind trying to calm her down by reminding her 'It's Cat Noir! Not just Adrien he's silly funny goofy Cat Noir.'
Steadily though that sentiment was starting to lose effect. Cat was starting to fluster her just as much.
"So like, me and Nino were running through the hall way and I knew I had to get to the attack zone-"
Adrien's story telling was interrupted by a loud intrusive beep coming from what looked to be an intercom near the doorway. He frowned, looking over at the time and getting to his feet with a sigh.
"I shouldn't have to get ready for like two more hours," he complained, crossing the room to accept the call.
"Hello?" he answered, tapping his foot impatiently.
"You and your father will be leaving earlier than planned," Natalie explained in a dry voice, "so your prep team needs to get started now. Your father is making last minute adjustments to your attire so it needs to be retailored."
Adrien stifled a groan. "Is he changing something entirely? All of my stuff is already fitted."
"He asked for something new last second, apparently to better match you with Ms. Cheng's dress. You're needed as soon as you walk her out."
He nodded in understanding, saying he would be right there before ending the connection and giving Marinette a sheepish look.
"There's probably some dumb photo thing too," he tried to explain, rubbing at his neck. "I'm sorry, I'll call the driver for you so you don't have to walk with the dress."
"Thank you," she smiled brightly, swinging her feet off the side and standing. "Don't worry about it, I need to check accessories and such anyways."
"Yeah," he said back needlessly, waiting for her to gather up her dress and purse. He held the door open for her, Tikki and Plagg saying goodbye to each other since Plagg planned to stay in the room.
They walked down the hall without much conversation, just enjoying the silence as they waltzed easily towards the door. He waited by the entrance with her as a car was brought around, and for the first time he realized the next time he would see her it would be at the dance.
"I'm a little nervous," she admitted suddenly, choosing to look out of the window instead of at him.
"Why?" he asked, his voice softer than intended, comforting her effortlessly. "You're going to look amazing and we're gonna have fun. We don't have to dance at all if it makes you nervous and I'm sure the most talking we'll have to do with anyone else will be with people asking about your dress."
A giggle slipped from her lips as she considered something she would have, at any other point, considered ridiculous. However her confidence was at an all-time high now that she had his father's approval.
"I'm really proud of you princess," he spoke again, drawing her attention from the window and to his face at last. Her eyes were shining and her lips parted ever so slightly.
"Really?" she almost whispered, happy and surprised as he smiled at her.
"Really. You're the real deal now, you're wearing your own design to one of the biggest events in Paris. That's something to be proud of."
There was silence as they looked at each other, their proximity slowly dawning on them just as a car honked outside.
"T-thank you," she said quickly, leaning away and slightly flustered that she had even been leaning in. He looked a little warm in the face as well.
"No problem," he laughed, opening the front door for her.
"I- uh. I'll see you tonight."
"See you tonight," she answered quickly, hugging her garment bag to her chest before running out to meet the waiting car.
He watched her go for a while, ignoring the chill of the snow against him as it blew in the doorway. As she cast a timid smile over her shoulder and disappeared into the vehicle he idly wondered how on earth he was going to survive.
The second he went to meet her he knew he wasn't going to be able to think straight. If he got so flustered from just having her close, seeing her in a gown-
God. He was going to die.
"Girl I- I can't say it any other way. You look perfect."
Alya stood in Marinette's room alongside her mother, staring open mouthed at how gorgeous her best friend looked. She blinked, once, twice trying to find some kind of flaw but there wasn't one. She looked… perfect.
"Oh Marinette," Sabine exclaimed, her voice wavering slightly as she was overcome with emotion. "You look so grown up… You're so grown up."
"Mom," Marinette said with a breathy laugh, "Don't cry come on."
She stepped forward carefully, the short dark red heel clicking against her floor as she walked. Her silk gown swished gently against her legs, her carefully curled hair falling delicately against her exposed shoulders. Her makeup was tastefully nude, just masking blemishes and letting her correcting unseeable flaws she was convinced she had. Her bright blue eyes shined, her face frames with the gentle curls and her hair pinned slightly at the side by a small silver and white jeweled hair piece.
"I'm so happy for you," Alya repeated for the hundredth time, her hands to her mouth and only parting for her to speak. "I'm so proud and you're so beautiful this is so amazing."
"A-alya!" Marinette protested weakly, one hand grabbing at her shoulder timidly while the other toyed with a small but weighty ruby necklace hanging on her chest.
"I'm just so proud of you," Alya said again, reaching out to pick up a warm black faux fur cover for the short but cold trip to the waiting car. "Try and ask Adrien what he wants written on his headstone before he dies."
Marinette laughed, her nerves finding their way into the sound and making it shake.
"Don't be nervous sweetheart," Sabine said sweetly, mastering her emotions. "Adrien is waiting for you."
"I swear I leave for one trip and your whole life changes…" Alya said almost in exasperation, taking Marinette's arm and guiding her down the stairs as they began to head outside.
"Sorry," was all Marinette offered, chuckling weakly and Alya pretended to scold her.
"Hey," Alya said suddenly as they got closer to the bakery's entrance. "Apparently Adrien is a ball of nerves too, so don't be so worried."
"Wait really?" Mari gasped, and Alya nodded with a smile.
"He's been texting Nino non-stop according to him. He's head over heels for you girl, this night is going to be perfect."
Those words echoed in Marinette's head, her hands nervously toying with her clutch, Tikki sending silent waves of support from inside it.
'Head over heels…' Was he really? Still?
Her thoughts flashed to the days in the snow and the laughs and the mistletoe… That genuine hope and care in his eyes.
Maybe he was…
She took a deep breath, nodding to her father who only reappeared to say goodbye, having long since excused himself when she was first getting ready to get himself together. He still looked ready to cry, but he smiled brightly at her.
"T-time to go," she said, chuckling weakly from anxiety.
Alya gave her one last encouraging smile before she released her arm, letting her walk out alone into the slowly falling snow. She felt like she should be shaking, probably beyond that with the state she was in. She just kept thinking about him, waiting for her to arrive to the single most formal event she had ever attended.
"Miss," the large gorilla like man broke her from her thoughts, holding the door open for her.
"T-thank you," she stammered, and he offered a smile as she climbed inside.
The door shut with a click and she allowed herself another shaky breath as he walked back around to the driver's seat, the three of them soon on their way.
Tikki popped her head out of the clutch, stroking Marinette's long shaking fingers soothingly. Seeing her tiny kwami attempt to reassure her in this way made a soft giggle pass her lips.
She was being ridiculous… being so nervous.
She was Ladybug.
Thinking it made it a little easier to sit up straighter in her seat.
She was Ladybug.
She let out a smooth easy sigh.
She was Ladybug. And he was Cat Noir.
And he was waiting for her.
She took a final calming breath before smiling to herself in the darkness of the cabin.
"I'm on my way kitten."
(( you can check my tumblr for dress refs, also thelastpilot ^u^))
