Dutch had said they needed one of the women to attend the Mayor’s party with them. One woman from camp to hang around Arthur would do, enough to make them blend in. With you having volunteered for the past few missions they invited you for the job.

Arthur was the one to go and round you up for the separate carriage you would take. As Arthur crossed the dusty yard, the evening sun cast a warm glow over the camp. Upon reaching one of the rooms, he dropped his hand to knock, but paused as the door was open.

He peered in at you getting ready, leaning against the door frame to watch you intently. Arthur’s eyes traced the way your hands gingerly held the earrings you put on. They trailed to the dress you wore. It had been a nice dress, but after the girls had embroidered it, it was beautiful. Arthur couldn’t help hut think you made it beautiful. His hands subconsciously flattened his tuxedo as he fiddled with the buttons.

It was a rare occurrence for you to be in a dress instead of pants and a blouse, but Arthur wasn’t about to forget this moment. Either way he was enamored at you dressing how you pleased. “Almost ready?” He all but choked out.