A glance. And then she piled some herbed chicken onto the plate.

"You...you do that. Honestly, the way he made it sound? I figured everyone'd be dressed like this." But a second glance past Jack's shoulder and out at the dance floor provided her with images of larger, more ornate dresses. Hoops and all. Or the more modern ones -- strappy numbers with blinged out embroidery. It only now occurred to her that neither alternative truly suited her own taste.

No -- Archie's choice had been perfect.