"I'm calm."  She said.  Yeah, about as calm as a nun in a whore house.  This felt way too much like playing dress up in her moms church clothes as a kid. She actually widened her eyes listening to him explain why she was wearing this particular dress.  If it had been up to her she'd have given her size over the phone and the demand of black and called it a day.  She didn't do fashion, she considered it a good day if she made it out the door with matching shoes.  Not shoes that matched her outfit, who had time for that, shoes that matched each other.  He brought up good points though, she did want to be remembered for the right reasons, that would be hard if she blended in with everyone else.  

She turned her attention back to him as his words trailed off.  She couldn't exactly read his expression, but she could tell that he certainly approved of her in the dress.  She took the purse from him with a nod.  He was good at this.  She turned her head to watch him move the chair behind her.  She did remember this part from girl scouts.  They covered this for the manners badge. She held the purse in one hand and used her other hand to smooth down the back of the gown as she lowered herself into the chair.  She was totally Amazoning every etiquette book she could get her hands on the minute she could.  She almost wished she could go back to the girl who was not so subtly threatening to kick people and call them nasty names.  

Her attention was quickly drawn downward as he felt his hand close gently around her calf as he lifted her foot to slide it into the shoe he had chosen.  She felt his hands shake as he touched her other calf.  She understood, she was feeling a little rocked herself.  She drew in a deep breath as she felt his hands against her skin.  She had never in her life been more glad of having taken the time to shave her legs.  She leaned forward so her mouth was right next to his ear so she could whisper. "If I just admit I am living a secret life as Cinderella, do you think my manager would accept that as an excuse as to why I can't pick up a second shift tonight?  Sorry Bill, gotta run, it's midnight... if I don't the SUV will turn into a bunch of mice and winter gourds..."  

She had meant to lighten the mood, and for her it did, at least a little.  The added intimacy of her leaning so close had been intense, but her words seemed to dampen the spell, not entirely dismiss it.