Rinoa had plenty of cute outfits in her closet, but choosing one? That was the hard part. Some of her dresses were too formal, some too severe, and some she just didn't feel like wearing.

Luckily, she'd found that one lavender lace slip dress that she liked. A little bit of accessorizing, some make-up, and she was ready with time to spare ( Read more... )

There were so many things to stress about, right now, if you were Rinoa, anyway. (And she happened to be Rinoa. That was how these things went.)

Firstly, she kind of had a date. Not kind of. Actually had one. She hadn't told Ariel about it (was she going to mind? she had Bruce, right?) or Squall (who was definitely going to mind, but that was his ( Read more... )

It was Saturday night. She'd been here a week without checking in. Conveniently, she had so very handwavily found a store to sell her a computer -- wireless, they said, which was confusing but she liked it.

So now she had no excuse not to e-mail Quistis and ... no, scratch that, Quistis didn't exactly like her. She didn't take it personally. She ( Read more... )