[ she buys a dress. she buys an expensive dress, and the shop delivers it — right to illya's address, as daisy's at work and she knows he'll be home, neatly steamed and pressed and hung from a thick wooden hanger and covered in thin ecofoil to protect it from the elements.
don't look, she tells him.
she'd like the whole thing to be a surprise, really. an opportunity for him to look at her the way he had that recent afternoon in the vyonation lobby, to see her in something other than everyday wear or one of his shirts. he might not be a fashion consultant in real life, but she knows he still has taste.
so she makes him wait in the living room until she's ready, until her head peeks out the doorframe and calls him in, beckoning him to come and help.
daisy & illya, pre-dinner.
don't look, she tells him.
she'd like the whole thing to be a surprise, really. an opportunity for him to look at her the way he had that recent afternoon in the vyonation lobby, to see her in something other than everyday wear or one of his shirts. he might not be a fashion consultant in real life, but she knows he still has taste.
so she makes him wait in the living room until she's ready, until her head peeks out the doorframe and calls him in, beckoning him to come and help.
she needs a zipper pulled, after all. ]