It's a beautiful blue tissue. It was love at first sight when she saw it on the window of that small shop in Kensington. She had objected, of course. She shouldn't be spending so much money in a dress. Jane had been with her at the time and had drowned all her weak arguments.
Now that she was looking at it again, she had to admit her friend had been right.
With care, almost reverence, she undoes the row of buttons and the zipper on the back. The fabric feels like a soft caress. She takes it in her hands and, taking some time, she puts in on.
The large mirror on her bedroom's wall tells her what that mirror in the changing room did. It's her colour; it's her type of dress. Jane had pointed out back then that it matched her eyes. She scoffed, but now she has to admit there is something to it.
With some effort, she manages to close all the buttons. It would have been nice to have somebody to help her, but then, she's actually glad she has this time alone for herself. She's actually enjoying her small preparations.
AN: So, the cookies disappeared. Thanks for your support!
Next chapter: more coffee, some gratitude and a new character.