“There,” Helena said. “Elegant and neat. The villagers will appreciate it, and Edward will notice.
Fairbairn glanced at her reflection in the small mirror and gave a short huff. “Blast it all, you're good at this,” she said.
Helena smiled. “Hey, it's what I do, Izzy.” Fairbairn put on a pair of white knee-high socks and a pair of black flats. Helena helped her teammate button the last buttons on her blouse and straighten the skirts. "Perfect. You look like yourself— just with the rough edges smoothed out."
“I feel like I'm playing dress up,” Fairbairn grunted as she tugged self-consciously at her skirt.
Helena grinned. “Tonight, you're just Isolde, not Squadron Leader Fairbairn. Go and enjoy it.”
Fairbairn adjusted her shoes then paused in the doorway. “You really think he'll notice?” she asked.
Helena’s smile softened. “He already has,” she replied. “This just tells him you did too.”