Her hands shivered with excitement as she hastily unwrapped the box delivered to her by mail from London. It had been long since she had done any shopping for herself. She never found any good reason to. But with the upcoming dance at Dunvegan, she had scrolled two days on her computer looking for a dress to wear. After a long while and skipping lunch for the second time in a row, she finally found one in a small boutique shop in London West. It was a beautiful light cyan chiffon, knee length dress. It’s bodice accentuated her breast and waist. The skirt was gathered and fell elegantly into a ribboned hem. She ran her hands over the soft fabric and then picked it up gently. Placing it against herself, she admired herself in the mirror. She wondered for an instance on how she should style her hair. She supposed she could think of it later. There was still two more days to the dance. She blushed as she thought of whether Richard would like how she looked in it. “Emma,” she heard Richard call her from downstairs.
