Katie didn't mind the galas. Not really. She hated wearing heels and she hated wearing a dress but they weren't so bad. She could figure out a better way to spend a Saturday night that involved less clothing and definitely a better location but, it wasn't as though she had a choice. Short of death, she had to be there. Of course, showing up with Marcus had the tongues wagging the press wanting and Katie already feeling like the night was too long. She was surprised they still seemed interested in them but they'd both been bombarded with questions on the red carpet and once they'd managed to break free... She was just grateful they were finally inside.
Dressed in the most magnificent gown she'd worn to date, Katie's dress had garnered a lot of attention on the red carpet and inside. It was beautiful, really and and while the extra length of the train was annoying, she actually liked it. The long slit showed off her leg to perfection. It was a good dress and Emma's designer had been begging her to come back in and let him dress her again. Apparently, he wanted to use her for some fashion thing. Katie had, without a modicum of regret, declined. Spotting Oliver, Katie waved and shot him an amused grin.
Of course, she wasn't surprised they'd barely made it through the door and the Oliver hate was already starting. "I'll be sure to wear a shorter one next time," she said, glancing down. "You don't like this one?" Katie had the tendency to go for shorter dresses, if only because she was terrified she was going to trip over the extra fabric. But here she was. In a gown. Katie returned the wave of a Puddlemere teammate and glanced around. It was going to be an atrociously dull evening.
"I hate these things," she murmured, smiling at a MoM member who had previously monopolized her time at the Winter Gala. She turned, idly brushing some lint off Marcus's suit. "You look nice."