There had been a fairly masterful plan. It had involved a neutral dress and a few bottles of dye and fabric paint to make something really a bit crazy.

But white dresses had been vetoed and Argine had been rather sharp about guarding the garment against alterations. On the bright side, that had resulted in a bit of actual mother-daughter conversation about things other than being grounded and what colour looked best with pale features.

So Eileen's stuck wearing a fairly neutral blue dress, yes, and hoping that her hair is enough of an identifier for Leigh. The dress, of course, has very little to do with her being in a much better mood than she has been in the last few weeks.

Dances are just... fun. Nothing wrong with enjoying that, right?