I sneak a look at myself in the mirror, and am gratified to see that the gown still looks as good on me as it did when I found it. I raise my arms, satisfying myself that no part of my bra will be visible in the relatively modest neck and shoulder lines, then turn to eye my profile. My dancing and gymming have paid off and the dress hugs me like a bodysuit; I'm very happy with the result. I pull on my evening gloves, and shoot myself a smouldering look in the mirror.
"David?" I call out.
I hear him walking towards my room, and for some reason butterflies start up in my stomach again.
He knocks. I laugh, nervously. "I know it's you, and I'm decent. Come in."
He opens the door, then stops.
"Wow." he says, after a while.
"You like?" I ask, unreasonably happy at his reaction.
"Be still
