Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.

They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.

Title: "Roadside girl"

In the last chapter: Confrontations were made as both Arnold and Helga were met with scenes in the play that stirred feelings within them that were not welcome. Arnold's reaction to the rape scene of the play caused him to throw up and Helga to soothe him afterwards and Helga's reaction to the death scene caused her to cry and Arnold to soothe her. Without realizing, they got closer in one day and perhaps that was why they both spontaneously went to the Civic Opera and Arnold got to understand the severity of being known in the theatre world when he and Helga were offered to watch the premiere of a new opera for free.

Author's 1st note: WARNING: Since the last chapter had some dark scenes due to the play this chapter is extremely fluffy! (Seriously, I felt the need to go and brush my teeth once I had finished the ending in order not to get cavities from the sweetness xD)

[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]

Chapter 11: "Shall you be my new romance?"

This is the second time today I feel stupid… Arnold thought as he looked at himself in the mirror. Brent Anderson had somehow managed to get costumes, or as he called them more appropriate outfits for the opera for both Arnold and Helga. Arnold was currently wearing a black top hat, black pants, black shoes, white gloves, a white dress shirt with a red vest over and then a black jacket. His tie was also black and looked somehow ruffled beneath the vest. It was Victorian styled, he believed, but he wasn't sure. He turned around to look at the back of the jacket, which was much longer than what was customary in this decade. I wonder what Helga is going to wear… He wondered and a bunch of images started to roam in his mind.

"Criminy… I had forgotten how heavy Victorian dresses are." Arnold heard Helga's voice say from the other side of the room. He gulped as he once again remembered that the only thing keeping them apart was the big Chinese screen. He wasn't even sure what to call the room they were in. He would have called it a regular dressing room, but he and Helga were the only people in there and he doubted that the actors were all finished dressing already. "Is it a big dress?" Arnold asked, but looked at his reflection in disbelief when he heard the stupidity of that question. "No." he heard Helga say and he snickered at the sarcasm dripping from her voice. "It's light as a feather. I just wanted to point out that I had worn Victorian dresses before just for the sake of conversation."

Arnold sighed, but he smiled as he readjusted his hat. "You wore Victorian dresses in The power of love I assume?" he asked and frowned at his tie. It was hard to believe it was supposed to be so ruffled, it looked messy to him, but Helga had sworn it was supposed to look like that when he had asked her about it earlier. "Yes, since it took place in Victorian times." She said with a small hiss and then gasped. When he looked towards the screen, he saw some black and blue fabric appear from outside the screen, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. "You ok?" he asked. "Yeah, I just… In The power of love, I had people to help me put the dresses on. Now I'm on my own and I'm scared shitless that I'll rip it or something." She admitted.

"Didn't Mr. Anderson say it wasn't likely to be used ever again?"

"Perhaps not, but several designers worked hard on creating this. There's no need for me to be careless."

Arnold blinked in surprise and then smiled at Helga's considerate words. His silence made her roll her eyes. "What are you thinking?" she asked and he just shook his head, but then remembered she couldn't see him. "Nothing special. Just… Just that you are still the same and yet you have changed over the years." He answered and could practically feel her eyes burn through the screen. "Yeah, uh… I don't know what I'm supposed to say to that." he heard her say and he recognized that sound in her voice; he had made her shy. He smiled at the thought and then shook his body a little as if trying to shake off his own anxiety. "Are you ready?"

"Oh! Uh… I guess." Helga answered and Arnold felt his breath leave him when she appeared from behind the screen. The black, long skirt hid her feet and it was decorated with blue tulle. Arnold didn't know this, but the color was called royal blue. She wore a corset over her torso, which was black, but decorated with blue velvet patterned into roses. The sleeves were falling elegantly beneath her shoulders and a black choker with black and blue pearls were hanging from around her slender throat. There was also a blue rose on the collar itself. She had managed to show off the collar easier by putting her hair into a casual bun, which looked surprisingly elegant. As her fingers started to fumble with the skirt nervously, he noticed that she was also wearing long, black gloves.

Arnold was speechless, while Helga smiled at him. "Well, don't you look handsome." She said and coughed in embarrassment of her own comment. "Uh… I, uh…" he mumbled and then coughed violently. She quirked an eyebrow at him. "I would ask you what you thought, but the fact that you just sounded like you swallowed your tongue seems to be answer enough." She said a little giddily. She was doing her best to appear indifferent, but the way he was staring at her made her whole body tingle.

"You're right. I-I don't have any words. Yo-You look really beautiful and I know that you have a rather big vocabulary, b-but I don't know good enough words to describe how absolutely stunning and amazing and - - " Arnold rambled until Helga interrupted him. "Criminy, Arnold, don't give yourself a stroke!" she shushed, her face completely flushed from his words. Arnold had to bite his lower lip in order to keep quiet and he watched her exhale for a long moment, which he assumed was her way of calling herself down. "So, uh… it's heavy?" he questioned, hoping to change the subject. "Yeah… it is…. The shoes are the worst part though." she admitted and lifted up her skirt, revealing calf high, black boots with laces. "Those are thin heels…" he observed distractedly. "Yeah, almost as thin as stilettos. I've never been good with heels." She admitted and let her dress fall again. "I practiced until my feet bled back during The power of love."

"Ow." Arnold stated with a frown and then laughed along with Helga when she started doing the same. "Well then, shall we?" she asked and offered him her arm. "Aren't I supposed to be the one to do that?" he asked and she put her hands to her hips. "Fine. Go ahead." She told him snidely, but secretly loved the thought of it. He coughed dramatically into his glove-covered hand and then bend his arm to offer it to her. "Shall we, my lady?" he asked in a refined voice and she couldn't help but giggle. "Indeed we shall, my good man." She said with the same sort of voice and then hooked her arm around his only to then start laughing with him. "What, no kiss on the hand?"

"I've already kissed your hand, Helga."

"Oh, please. That was a million years ago - - " Helga started, but then stopped talking when she saw Arnold's smirk. She frowned and then pointed at him. "Don't you go there." She warned and started walking. "Oh, come on, Helga. I already know it. Can't we… talk about it?" he asked as he opened the door for her and she gave him a look. "What do you want to talk about, Arnold? I'm not… proud of some of the things I did back then." She said and walked through the door, deliberately letting go of his arm in the process. "You don't have to be ashamed either." He insisted and hooked her arm around her arm again. She stopped walking as she sighed. "Arnold… I don't know what you want me to say." She confessed and he looked severely at her. "I just want to hear you say it. I know it's the truth already, but I need to hear it from you."

Helga eyed Arnold, but he didn't falter so she sighed and looked away from him. "When I was nine years old, I disguised myself, invited you out for dinner on Valentine's Day and made you believe I was your French pen pal." She said in a quick voice, but Arnold heard every single word. He blushed at them. He had already figured it out, but to hear her admit it for his sake made his heart flutter. That means… that even back in fourth grade I liked Helga… I just wasn't aware of it. He thought and started smiling. "Happy?" she asked, still refusing to look at him. This is horrifying. Why didn't I just make up an excuse? I didn't have to admit anything! She scolded herself until she felt some soft fabric on her cheek. She turned to look at Arnold, only to be met with his soft lips. She made a small surprised whimper, but leaned into the kiss.

"Very much." Arnold told Helga once he had ended the kiss. She gawked at him in shock. "That's it?" she questioned and he blushed at her words, but then he smiled and leaned in, only to hear her laugh. "No, that's not what I meant." She said as she kept chuckling and he frowned shyly. "But I like the way you think." She added before giving him a short kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I mean… you're not freaking out? I mean, I was borderline psychotic as a child." She explained and he hummed thoughtfully. "Hey, we were just children, right?" he pointed out and she quirked an eyebrow at his words. "I think we've all done things that were a little… questionable."

"Oh, yeah? Have you?" Helga asked and hooked her arm around Arnold's again. "Uh…" he muttered and thought for a moment. "See? You haven't done shit, Mr. Goody-two-shoes." She countered with a snort. "Well, actually… remember the list?" he asked and she gave him an odd look. "The list…? What list…? Uh… Oh! The list to a kid's perfect Saturday?" she asked and he nodded. "Yeah, I remember you talking about trying it… You never told any of us how it went… I suppose it went badly then?" she asked and he coughed awkwardly. "Everything went wrong…" he answered. "Everything."

"And?"

"Once I got to the last part of the list… you know with watching a movie at the cinema three times, I had actually managed to lose my money through my pocket."

"Oh, you poor thing."

"I'm not done."

"Of course you aren't. I'm looking forward to where this is going."

"Well… I'd had a rough day and I was getting desperate so the thought of just going home and not even doing this last thing right was not an option anymore… so I decided to sneak into the cinema." Arnold admitted and Helga halted. "You?" she questioned in shock and he laughed dryly. "Yeah, me. I snuck in behind the screen and went through the vents and eventually landed in the middle of the cinema." He continued and her grin went wider. "You crawled through the vents?" she questioned as several memories of her doing the same roamed through her mind. "Yeah, and in the end it was all for nothing because guess what?" he said. "What?" she asked. "Technical error." He told her and she started laughing manically. "Best Saturday ever, my ass! You had the worst day of your life that day!"

"It was in the top ten when I was a child at least." Arnold admitted and started laughing too. "Thanks for telling me that. I feel a little better. Whoa… You not paying for a movie and then sneaking inside. You bad boy." Helga whispered teasingly and nudged her shoulder against his, which was easy since they were around the same height. "I was desperate." He defended. "You broke the law." She interjected in a long whisper and he frowned before kissing her quickly. She blinked in surprise. "What was that? Some weird counterattack?" she asked and he rolled his eyes before caressing her cheek and pulling her into another kiss. So Arnold has more than just one dark side… She thought as she nibbled on his lip. Good to know.

Arnold moaned into the kiss just as Brent Anderson's voice caught his ears. He jolted back while Helga simply smiled towards the director. "Don't you two look amazing together." He observed with a big grin and Arnold felt sheepish under the man's stare. "The young man is acting with you in Roadside Girl, right?" he asked and Helga arched an eyebrow at his question. "What are you getting at?" she asked with a formal smile and he gave her the same smile. "Oh, I am just curious. It seems as if you are rather close." He pointed out and she gave a low hum. "Mr. Anderson, if you wish for my review of your opera to be a positive one, you will stay out of my personal business." She warned and Arnold gawked at her in shock. How can she talk like that to a man like this? He wondered, but said man simply laughed warmly. "Oh, I was merely showing my curiosity, Miss Pataki."

"Of course you were." Helga responded with a smile and Brent coughed into his hand. "You two will accompany me in the loge. Follow me please." He requested and turned on his heel. Helga pulled Arnold with her, but he was still in shock due to their former conversation. "What was that all about?" he asked in a whisper and noticed her shivering due to his breath tickling her. "I love Mr. Anderson as a talented director, but he is a little too fond of gossip." She answered in just as low a voice. "Oh…" he hummed, but then frowned. "Wait. Could us being seen here together jeopardize the play somehow?"

"Well, no. Not really. I…" Helga started, but then hummed thoughtfully. "Actually, a rumor about the two protagonists seeing each other may be good advertisement for the play." She admitted and gave him a smile. He titled his head in confusion, but then he heard Brent in front of them opening a door. "Thank you." Arnold said as politely as he could as he and Helga stepped inside in what looked like a very small, but also refined parlor. "Whoa!" he exclaimed in shock and then felt Helga's elbow against his arm. "This is the opera, Arnold. Show a little decorum." She scolded and his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "What's decorum?" he asked and she gave him a slanted look. "You're yanking my chain, right?"

Arnold kept looking in confusion at Helga, but then started smiling, admitting that she was right. She snorted and then slapped the top of his head gently. "Who needs a little decorum now?" he asked sarcastically as they continued towards the curtains. Helga opened them and Arnold was astounded at the sight before him. They were in an auditorium, naturally, but it was much bigger than the one in Hillwood Theatre. Everything he saw looked expensive and was colored in either red or gold and a big, flashy chandelier hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room.

Helga led Arnold towards the two chairs in the front after seeing that Brent had seated himself in the back. There were only room for four, but she suspected his wife couldn't participate this evening since she wasn't there already. Arnold sat down carefully, afraid he may break the chair. "Is everything here made of gold?" he asked sarcastically. "Well, not pure gold, but mostly, yes." She answered nonchalantly and snickered when he gave her a look of disbelief. "Boy, you're not an opera person, are you, Arnold?"

"Well, no… but if I recall, you weren't too hyped when we were going to watch Carmen in fourth grade."

"True, I prefer regular theatre over opera, but opera has its… charms too." Helga said, her eyes flashing towards Brent for a moment. "What's your real opinion?" Arnold asked in a whisper and she snickered before leaning closer to him. "I still think they are a bunch of la-de-da-froo-froo suckers in wigs singing a lot of two dollar words about nothing." She whispered and he snickered at her words. "Then why did you want to go?" he asked and she shrugged. "Hey, it's still theatre." She answered and felt Brent's finger on her shoulder. She turned to look at him and noticed the binoculars in his hand. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Anderson." She said politely before grabbing them and offering them to Arnold. "Try them."

Arnold took the binoculars out of Helga's hand, which he noticed looked just as expensive as the rest around him. They were white, gold… and heavy, he felt as soon as they were in his hands. He looked at them for a moment, noticing the stick at the side of them. He tried whacking his wrist so that the stick would hold the binoculars up rather than hanging lazily against them, but the binoculars fell mockingly back in place when he tried. Helga snickering next to him made him frown. "Help me." He begged and she took them. Within a second, she had them placed correctly and offered them to him again. "Show-off." He mumbled childishly and looked at her through them. He blushed at the sight of her eyes so close to his. "Your eyes are really blue, you know that?"

"Well, I… I know now." Helga countered with a shy smile and Arnold smiled back before he leaned over the railing and looked down at the stage. "Good thing we have these. You can't see anything without them." He said and kept looking around excitedly. "You're like a child on Christmas." She observed and he blushed. He then offered her the binoculars out of embarrassment, figuring if he didn't have them, he could act more maturely. He was surprised though when she simply placed her hand around his, using his hand to hold the stick while she looked through the binoculars.

Arnold blushed when Helga turned the binoculars around, obviously looking at him through them. "Hmm… you're right: Your eyes turn a whole different shade of green up close." She observed and let the binoculars fall to her lap, still holding his hand in hers. While he was still blushing, he started to lean towards her and closed his eyes when he saw her close hers in an obviously welcoming manner. A reprimanding cough behind them, made Arnold turn his head towards Brent who was smirking at them. "Don't like it, don't watch." Helga simply said, put her hand on Arnold's cheek and turned him to kiss her. He sighed into the kiss and didn't let go until the lights dimmed.

"I can't believe he went and did that." Arnold said in absolute shock. "I told you the man liked gossip. Also it was a brilliant way to thank me for agreeing to advertise Murder she wrote." Helga answered as she swung Arnold's hand in hers. They were currently on their way home from the first opera Arnold had seen since fourth grade. "Still, he took me by surprise." Arnold stated with a frown and Helga snickered. "He took me by surprise too." She insisted and he turned to look at her. "You were so calm when he suddenly called out on us when the opera was over. I was a wreck." He said and shuddered at the thought.

Once Murder she wrote had finished and the standing ovation had begun, Brent had pulled out a microphone from seemingly nowhere and then bowed to the applauding people beneath him. He had thanked him and then suddenly declared that they all had the honor of having the well-known Helga Pataki with them tonight. Helga had whispered to Arnold, telling him to smile and arch his back as she forced him to stand up. Arnold had been looking like a deer caught in the headlights as he had admitted himself, while Helga had played along, cleverly promoting for Roadside Girl. She had halfheartedly scolded Brent Anderson for surprising them once they were alone with him, but she had also thanked him. As Helga had pointed out, it was good advertisement for Roadside Girl and Arnold had been mentioned as well though Helga had made sure he didn't have to speak. His name was now at least out there. Where, he didn't know.

"You looked kind of cute, all nervous like that." Helga teased and snickered behind her hand. It was still a little sweaty from having worn those gloves all night and it had honestly been a relief to get out of the formal garments even if she thought Arnold had looked dashing in his. He frowned at her choice of words, but couldn't help but laugh with her. "You were so unbelievably professional, Helga. I'm still shocked. The way you talked, your posture, your-your… your whole attitude was just so… professional." He complimented and she smiled at him. "Well, thank you." she answered. "I've learned how to act when needed."

"Haven't you always known that?"

"Touché."

Arnold chuckled as he saw that Helga's house was not too far away from them. Damn. I had hoped it would have taken us a little longer to get to her house… He thought with a frown. "Oh, boo." He heard Helga say absentmindedly. "If only my house was farther away." She continued and he stopped walking, causing her to halt as well since he was holding her hand back. "What's wrong?" she asked and took a step towards him so that their arms weren't stretched inhumanly between them. "I was… just thinking the same thing." He admitted and she tilted her head in confusion. "That I… hoped your house was farther away." He explained and saw a pink tint spread on her cheeks.

"Oh…" Helga hummed and then smiled giddily. Arnold smiled shyly back at her, his free hand going behind his head sheepishly. What is this mood? He wondered, but then rolled his eyes mentally. I know what this mood is… I just don't know what it means in the long run. He corrected and started walking with her again. "Do you hear music?" she asked and looked towards her house. He strained his ears for a moment and then nodded. "Yes. What is that?" he asked, not noticing the female voice at all. Helga slowly started smiling. "It's Miriam who is watching The king and I again." she said with an embarrassed chuckle.

"The king and I?" Arnold questioned and Helga turned to look at him. "Old movie. Not really my thing, but… a lot of the songs are really beautiful. Like this one." She answered and looked at the window again. "That movie is Miriam's guilty pleasure." She continued with a fond smile. Arnold watched Helga in awe before looking towards the window again as if that could help him hear the music. It was very soft until a female voice started singing. "We've just been introduced. I do not know you well, but when the music started, something drew me to your side. So many men and girls are in each other's arms. It made me think we might be similarly occupied."

Arnold saw in the corner of his eyes that Helga was showing him that familiar mischievous smirk before standing in front of him. "Shall we dance?" she sang as she curtsied in front of him and he blushed heavily. "Here?" he asked in shock and looked around. "On a bright cloud of music. Shall we fly?" Helga continued teasingly and then giggled at his embarrassed frown, but his hand went to take hers anyhow. "Shall we dance?" she asked again before pulling him to her roughly, their chests touching once he bumped into her. "Shall we then say goodnight and mean goodbye?"

Dear God, I hope not. Arnold caught himself thinking before following Helga for a few steps. "Or perchance, when the last little star has left the sky… shall we still be together with our arms around each other and shall you be my new romance?" she continued singing softly, while he desperately tried to follow her steps without missing a single word she sang. "On the clear understanding that this kind of thing can happen. Shall we dance? Shall we dance? Shall we dance?"

Helga then let Arnold take over as she stopped singing. Arnold barely noticed that the song had gone instrumental as well as they simply danced around, perhaps a little goofily, but they definitely felt like they were walking on air. Helga's giggle was contagious and before Arnold knew it, he was laughing so loudly with her that they almost drowned out the music. "You know the polka?" she asked and he stopped dancing. "Uh… somewhat." He answered, unknowing of why Helga had been so tempted to ask him.

"It goes…" Helga said and leaned closer to Arnold, her mouth against his earlobe. "One, two, three and one, two, three and one, two, three and… Shall we dance?" she suddenly started singing and before he knew it, they were dancing the polka. Well, somehow. He needed a second to catch onto the steps first, but then he took control of the dancing again, still goofing around but doing the right steps. In the back of his mind, he noticed the characters speaking over the music, but ignored them until he recognized some words the female said. He stopped dancing and looked curiously at Helga who was smiling like a naughty child. "Oh, you were just quoting what she said when you asked me if I knew the polka?" he asked and she snickered before forcing him to dance with her again.

"Shall we dance?" Helga sang again and Arnold noticed the male character, whom he now noticed talked a bit funny. With some sort of accent and mispronunciation of some words. "On a bright cloud of music. Shall we fly?" she continued and then the male voice kept counting in the background. "Shall we dance? Shall we then say goodnight and mean goodbye?" Helga and the female voice continued and Arnold was starting to feel more than a little fuzzy. This was all so meet cute except they had known each other for years. If Gerald saw him now, dancing with Helga to some old love song, he would never let him forget it. Not that Arnold ever could.

"Or perchance." The male sang with the female and Helga stopped singing and even stopped moving. "When the last little star has leave the sky." The male sang and Arnold frowned in confusion at the weird way of phrasing it, but mostly because Helga had stopped dancing. "What's wrong?" he asked and noticed her reddened cheeks. "I just realized how… how silly we must look." She admitted with a snicker. "Oh, please continue, Helga." He begged. "This is too much fun."

Helga watched Arnold for a moment and bit on her lower lip nervously. "And shall you be my new romance?" she asked in a soft voice and Arnold felt his heart beating like a drum in his chest at the way she was looking at him and at the way her voice stuttered. "On the clear understanding that this kind of thing can happen, shall we…" she stopped singing after that and looked away shyly. What is this? This is a little too… It's too romantic. I-I don't know what to do anymore. I was just goofing around, but now I… She thought, feeling panic rushing through.

"Shall we dance?" Arnold then sang and Helga's face jolted towards his. She gulped when she felt his hand slide around her waist, pulling her closer. Their noses touched and her eyes left his. "Arnold, uh… Th-This is too…" She mumbled, but he cut her off in the sweetest way possible. She sighed into the kiss, the tight feeling in her chest slowly letting go. It was too much. Helga had always been a romantic and how many times hadn't she imagined her and Arnold in this sort of situation or even just something remotely close? Her girlish heart was fluttering to no extent and she was desperate for it to stay and yet go away because she was truly afraid that she would faint soon.

Helga stopped the kiss suddenly, but let her forehead touch Arnold's in apology. "I… I need to go inside." She said and let go of him. He felt cold as she walked away from him and something inside his heart was shouting. She fumbled with her key at the front door when he stepped towards her, but stayed on the ground rather than following her up the stairs. "Can we do this again?" he heard himself ask and she turned to look at him. After a tense moment, she snorted. "What, dancing in the middle of the street?"

"No." Arnold chuckled, but then coughed. "Well, yes. Maybe, but, uh, I meant, um… Can we… go out again?" he elaborated and Helga's hand fell from the door. "Really…?" She asked and his eager way of nodding sent her heart flying. He wasn't asking her to be his girlfriend, but it was pretty damn close! As close, she had ever gotten since she offered to pretend to be his girlfriend in order to make Lila jealous back in fourth grade. She decided to leave him hanging for a moment, but her heart was spelling out the obvious answer. "Well… sure." She answered as normally as she could even though she felt like screaming it to the world.

Arnold's face lit up and Helga's heart leapt at the clear joy on his face. "Really?" he asked, trying to compose himself. "Sure. I mean… after all the kissing we've been doing it's almost rude not to go out." She said teasingly, but the tension in her voice was palpable. "Well, you know me. I-I'm a gentleman." He retorted just as awkwardly as she had. "Yes, you are." She concurred and coughed to clear her throat. "Well, we'll, uh… see each other tomorrow." She continued and fumbled with her keys against the lock. "Yes, we will. G-Goodnight, Helga." She heard him say before she managed to unlock the door. "Yeah… goodnight, Arnold." she answered and snuck inside, the grin on her face almost embarrassing, but his grin was just as big.

Helga felt like squealing in happiness once she was out of Arnold's sight, but contained herself. She decided to look out of the peephole in the door, waiting for him to be gone so she could jump around in happiness. Both her eyes and her mouth went big at the sight of Arnold jumping around with his arms in the air in an obviously dorky and happy dance. She couldn't help herself; she opened her door again and said his name. He jolted before turning around, doing his best to look indifferent. "Yeah?" he questioned, his voice hoarse from what she presumed had been happy singing. She used her index finger to point. "Peephole." She reminded him and he looked at where she was pointing.

"Oh…" Arnold muttered and watched as Helga's face was practically split in two in a cracking Cheshire grin. "Any chance you'll ever forget seeing this?" he asked hopefully and she snorted. "Yeah, right." She answered before chuckling and closing the door behind her, leaving him to sigh alone. "Real smooth, Arnold…" he reprimanded himself. He started to scratch the nape of his neck awkwardly before looking into the sky. What was it she sang again…? He wondered and started to smile. When the last little star has left the sky… he sang in his head, without knowing that Helga was doing the same thing as she slid down her front door with a very content smile on her face. And shall you be my new… romance?

Author's 2nd note: Oh, the sweetness is cheesy and cheese is full of holes and… and I don't know where I'm going with this xD Oh, and I used a picture as reference for Helga's dress. As always you can message me on DeviantArt or YouTube and ask to see the picture :3

Song:

The king and I – "Shall we dance?"