"Yes, maybe." Lillian didn't sound convinced. Yes, the dress was hers, but to find another occasion on which to wear it would be a trying task, to be sure! It wasn't as if she got to dress up and dance at balls all the time anymore.
Smiling and thanking Francine for everything, she took the box and held it carefully, as if what was inside was priceless. Which, to her, it kind of was. The dress, fine as it was, was still just a dress. However, the pleasant feelings and memories now attached to the silk fabric was what made Lillian truly appreciate the treasure.
Heading back to the front of the shop she flashed Blaith a brilliant smile. "The evening air is cool, but let's enjoy our walk back to my barracks. Who knows when I'll have such a handsome escort again."