Of Dates and Not-Dates ♦ for gaillfreys_last
Donna had been searching through the TARDIS wardrobe for at least a few hours. She had tried on at least a dozen dresses, all of which had been beautiful and all of which had looked lovely, but Donna had felt like a giant frump in them. She wanted to look beautiful. She didn't want the Doctor to be ashamed to be seen in some old Italian ballroom with her. And if Italian nobility or royalty happened to like what they saw then well, that was just an added bonus.
But so far everything had left her feeling fat, ugly and unworthy. Sometimes a lack of self confidence really sucked. Eventually... eventually she settled on a deep red evening dress that clung to all the right curves while making the wobbly bits look less wobbly - course the evil corset of doom she was wearing was helping with the wobbly bit situation.
Dress found, it was time to fix her hair. Up? Down? Shaved? She settled on a wavy updo. Then came her make up, and last the few final touches of simple jewellery and of course, running shoes. Hey, the dress hid them and heels were a nightmare to run in.
Finally! She was ready. She went to find the Doctor. "How do I look?"
But so far everything had left her feeling fat, ugly and unworthy. Sometimes a lack of self confidence really sucked. Eventually... eventually she settled on a deep red evening dress that clung to all the right curves while making the wobbly bits look less wobbly - course the evil corset of doom she was wearing was helping with the wobbly bit situation.
Dress found, it was time to fix her hair. Up? Down? Shaved? She settled on a wavy updo. Then came her make up, and last the few final touches of simple jewellery and of course, running shoes. Hey, the dress hid them and heels were a nightmare to run in.
Finally! She was ready. She went to find the Doctor. "How do I look?"