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closed starter for @mctionsick | “I love it when you dress up for me”
“Yeah, well don’t get too used to it. This is only for special occasions, and you aren’t the one who gets to determine what justifies as a special occasion so.” Ansley was rolling her eyes already, though knowing that they were pleased by her at least attempt at looking nice for the date was pleasing. Dressing up just wasn’t her style – never had been – though she presumed that came from being forced to far too many “upper-class” events during her childhood. Her parents had sent her to so many manners classes and forced her into so many dresses for charity events and social functions alike that she had just grown to hate when looking at a dress hanging up in her closet, but tonight was special. Anniversaries were special and, well, she wanted to at least try and show that this meant something to her.
“So, where are we going tonight? I agreed to let you take the reigns on this so…” No small feat of its own, though Ansley bit her tongue to that regard. She had known going into this relationship that she was a bit of a control freak, though it hadn’t actually been pointed out to her by them until a few months into the relationship – something that had caused a bit of a stir in their happy ground. “Everything we do tonight is up to you. I am just going to come along and enjoy whatever lovely evening you’ve planned out for us. Promise.”
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