The feeling of someone else doing her make-up was relaxing; Emmy closed her eyes happily, enjoying the soft feeling of the brush against her skin. They snapped back open, however, when she felt his hand against her arm; she hadn't even noticed he'd taken his gloves off, so distracted as she was by the powder.

"...w-well, there's no reason I'd decline, I...."

She could feel her cheeks burning again, and bit her lip softly. There was no way she could bring up the promotion now. Not when things were on track to be...well, lovely tonight. She had so many questions and she didn't want to start an argument, especially when he'd bought her something so beautiful, so expensive...

....that uncomfortable thought crept into her head again. Could that have been the reason he bought the dress; so she'd feel too guilty to bring up the elephant in the room? But...no, Mr Kimblee wouldn't do that, that wasn't his style. Still, it seemed slightly odd that he'd get her such an extravagant gift on an ordinary occasion.

No, that was enough; she was being stupid and ungrateful. Mr Kimblee was taking her to dinner! She felt ashamed of herself for suspecting him like that.

Placing a hand over his, she smiled.

"It's fine Mr Kimblee, really; I had things to do myself, so it's no trouble. I'd accompany you anywhere, any time!"