Morag smiled and led the way to the boutique, the younger girl bouncing along just behind her. Gabrielle immediately headed to a rack, her arms filling rapidly, and Morag began to browse as well to have something to do.
'Something very, very expensive,' Morag smiled. 'Think about some of the social events you've been to....the weddings and balls and such,' she suggested.
She lifted a dress on a hanger, wondering if the cut of the dress would allow for the baby. Morag had been thinking Gabrielle would need something sleek and elegant, but when choosing something for herself, she preferred something scandalously short and dangerous. Just the thought made her smile.