It was foolish frippery, the kind of dress Tosh would likely never have occasion to wear, yet she couldn’t take her eyes off it. Floating layers of chiffon in several shades of purple flowed from a simple bodice to sweep the floor. It was made for dancing. Sighing, she turned away, putting it out of her mind, until Jack told her they’d been invited to UNIT’s New Year party.
Stepping into the ballroom, skirts drifting weightlessly around her legs, she felt like a princess.
Frippery it might be, but it was worth everything to see the look on Owen’s face!