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"It is fun, isn't it?" She supposes that's one mark against suits as party wear: the loss of any flaring skirts as Thomas twirls her around the floor (presuming, of course, that he has no other objections, and a hiccup of panic briefly chokes her as she wonders if he'd even want to dance with her if she was dressed similarly to himself).

But then she remembers the way Sweeney had looked when he'd insisted she'd look fantastic. And she realizes that fleeing now wouldn't make her feel better as much as it would make her feel cowardly.

No sense in getting ahead of herself. She'll try the bloody thing on, see how she feels about it, and save worrying about Thomas's opinion for when it actually becomes relevant.

"Right, I'm going to need all the help," she mutters, ushering Nina into the dressing room as if they're being pursued. "I mean, I have a good idea of how it all goes; it'll just be like--like undressing Thomas, but backwards." She realizes how absurd she sounds only after the words have left her mouth, and then she groans under her breath, her eyes falling shut so she won't have to see whatever face Nina's making.