Claire had been assuming Peter would meet her outside in the dining room and was trying to hurry up so she could meet him. She didn't think he would come to her door and knock. She jumped a little when the knock came on her own door. A hand over her heart, she opened it. "Peter!" she said, her hand falling to her side and a smile spreading across her face. "I'm so sorry, have I been keeping you?" She hurried back over to her mirror, running a brush through her hair.
She was embarrassed of the blush that seemed to creep across her face. Peter looked sharper than usual, as if he had dressed up for the occasion. Well, to Claire, he always looked handsome, but she could tell the effort he put into tonight. She was glad she had chosen a blue dress to wear for the evening.
She took one last look in the mirror, before turning back to Peter and smiling. "Ready!"