Marie's point of view. Word: Strapless.
As nervous as a girl headed to her first dance, Marie inspected her reflection in the mirror a final time before heading out to meet Jason. He stood when she entered, looking elegant and trapped in his tuxedo. His gaze, intense and smoldering, increased her anxiety.
"I don't know if I did the alterations right." She spoke rapidly, burying her nerves with words. "I'm usually awful with a needle, you know me, but the straps just looked so frumpy that I couldn't—"
He cut her off with a long, dizzying kiss. Then he stepped back, whispered, "You are beautiful."