isabelle walks down the stairs in her summer dress. It's just a simple black dress with a flow to it. Simon sees her as she comes down and meets her at the bottom.
"You look beautiful." He kisses her quickly, knowing she doesn't like to be distracted from her objective. "Where are you going to look today?"
"Oh just around. Care to come with?" She grabs his hand and pulls him along. Although she doesn't tell him with words, her pleading eyes tell him that she wants him to say yes.
"Sure. But i don't want to be standing outside the fitting rooms all day."
"Oh just once we find the right dress for the masquerade.. then we can leave. Promise." Isabelle kisses him a bit longer this time and bats her eyelashes when he looks down at her. "and maybe then we can go to dinner??"
Simon fakes surprise. "you don't want to cook?"
She smacks him in the shoulder. "Not tonight. but i'll make a wonderful dinner tomorrow night."
Simon smiles at Isabelle as she walks on ahead of him, but winces about the dinner once her head is turned. He's not looking forward to that one.. maybe he'll stop by a chinese pickup window tomorrow on the way home from work.
Isabelle smiles as she pictures Simon making a face about dinner tomorrow, she knows no one like her cooking. She admits it to herself that its not the best... but its still good. Isn't it? Shrugging to herself, she walks down the street to the dress shop. I have to find the perfect dress for this party!