tie your hair in ribbons and lace and wear pearls round your neck

[storybrooke_savior]

For something that'd taken her weeks to work up the nerve for, Emma was ridiculously unprepared for a date. She hadn't picked out a venue when she'd finally stopped being an idiot and asked Hook if he wanted to go out, and, after she'd solved that problem by ripping through the phone book until she found a decent sounding first-date restaurant, she'd realized she didn't have a thing to wear. All of her little black dresses and impractical but sexy heels were still tucked back in the bedroom closet of her New York apartment. She'd filled out most of her day to day wardrobe, but she hadn't had a reason to buy a damned dress yet.

Well, now she did, and she couldn't freaking pick one.

What would Killian even like? Other than corsets and cleavage (and he was shit outta luck on the first one, Emma was not squeezing herself into one of those torture devices disguised as fashion again anytime soon). She plucked a dress from the rack, held it out, sighed and put it back. Everything was either too high school prom or too Regina Mills. There had to be a happy medium in here somewhere.