Daphne practically glowed at the compliment. It was clear by the way that Sara looked at her that the dress was a big hit. Though, knowing her lover, she wondered if the dress would survive the night.
"I think we should have you dress this way one night too," Daphne mused. "You would look so debonair in a Victorian tux that matched my dress." It was clear who she thought of as the boy in their relationship and Daphne certainly saw it in stark terms.
She graciously accepted the wine glass and sat down. She took a sip of it. The wine was exquisite, it seemed that Sara had taken her one condition to heart. "My week has been wonderful. Theo is green with envy that I am not meeting him. He suspects I am meeting a boy my father wanted me to." Daphne laughed maliciously. Theo was still in the dog house, to say the least.
"Though the week has been moving far too slowly since your owl visited me," Daphne mused coyly. She leaned forward and rested her chin in her hand. Her eyes were drawn to the velvet box. "Is that my present?" she asked with a wide, happy smile and a glint in her eyes.
The way that Sara was staring at her, like she wanted to devour her, made Daphne's heart beat faster.