Promptly at eight o'clock, she stood at her door, they had been seeing one another long enough that she had lost that self-conscious air, standing straight and with confidence. The dress helped, it was a beautiful well fitting soft velvet, soft enough that she spent the minutes it took him to answer petting along her sides. She had gone with dramatic makeup to go with the mask she wore, her eyes lined and lashes painted to go with the look, lips a sumptuous red. Her hair loose and flowing, brushed until it was shiny, rested over the top of the white cape.
It was hard to resist petting the cape as well. But she managed. The pumps made her feel tall, taller than she was used to, but shockingly easy to walk in. Feyre was positive had she tried when she was human that she would have busted her ass more than once. Especially in the snow that coated the corridor. She had to fight the temptation to gather some of it and have a sizable snowball waiting for him. But she did. She tucked it away for later, along with petting the cape.
One thing she didn't resist was setting the alarm on her phone to let her know when it was 8. Because the moment it went off, her knuckles graced his door. Surely he heard it, because she had been standing there for a few minutes. But she wasn't going to apologize for being excited.