Anne had taken Mason's advice and decided to go for fucking amazing and wow, fucking amazing she was. They'd opted not to wear matching costumes, but it didn't matter because HE looked fucking amazing and she'd told him so (three times) before they'd left their house. And then showed him. Twice.
Once at Henry's, she shrugged out of the long cloak she'd worn over her skimpy costume to keep warm and hung it on the nearest rack. A little adjustment here and one there and she looked fucking amazing once again. She gave Mason a slow smile and winked. Seeing Henry, she gave a small wave.