Day 9 ~ Dress for the dance

Mary walked out of the room, her mousy brown hair, falling over her shoulders, curled for the occasion. She was gowned in a green silk dress, her lips were painted a light pink, and she had applied mascara. John’s mouth gaped open, and then closed.
“Is this okay?” she asked, her cheeks, reddening. “I feel like I overdid it a bit.”
“Don’t be like that, Mary,” John replied, “You look gorgeous.”
She blushed, and looked at a nearby pot plant. “Well, shall we?”
He took her hand and kissed it, “Certainly.”