Chris/Leia - before the dinner.
Christopher shouldn't be this nervous about a dress. Or the two spare ones hanging in his closet. The silver dress that had been his first choice was draped over the couch. He thought it would suit Leia, the woman who was both princess and general. He had had help of course in picking out his top choices but this one he kept coming back to.
He heard the door chime and called "come in" hoping the dress would suit. He gave Leia a kiss when she came in before stepping aside so she could see his choice. "Well, general, will this work for tonight or am I stuck enduring a diplomatic dinner solo?"