[One layer of Leia's dress ends up completely burying her beneath it, and she struggles just to push it off of her, poking her head out from underneath the fabric.
What she sees is not what she expects. Perhaps her imagination got the better of her? She blinks, her gaze drawn to the guests all seemingly having fun.]
Everyone looks like they're enjoying themselves... and definitely haven't turned into furniture.
[Yet?
Then she sees him offering his hand and hesitates briefly before taking it, quietly replying with a "thanks." This dress isn't something she can fight against.]
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What she sees is not what she expects. Perhaps her imagination got the better of her? She blinks, her gaze drawn to the guests all seemingly having fun.]
Everyone looks like they're enjoying themselves... and definitely haven't turned into furniture.
[Yet?
Then she sees him offering his hand and hesitates briefly before taking it, quietly replying with a "thanks." This dress isn't something she can fight against.]