Together
She looked beautiful.
Well, she looked completely out of her comfort zone, something which Toni intended to fix. She only wanted a moment, though to see the full picture. She’d have to thank Janet Van Dyne again for designing this style because it was absolutely perfect. The soft faux-denim look was true to her own natural tastes of jeans and old jackets, but still had sophistication in the sweetheart neckline that highlighted Briana’s collarbone.
She wanted to pile on praise, to overwhelm her with compliments, but that would only server to make Bria more flustered. Which, as fun as that could be, Toni didn’t want- not today anyway. Instead, she made no move to hide her absolutely enamored grin and simply tilted her head to the side, letting Bri lead the conversation.
“There’s…” Briana ran nervous fingers over the white fabric of the skirt, “a lot of tulle.” She gave a small twirl, the dress flaring out just slightly, and Toni couldn’t help but squeal. That earned a genuine smile off the other woman, until it flickered. “But a garden party? I’m not really…”
“Yes, you are. Anyone can be if they want to.” Toni crossed the distance between them, pulling Briana into a hug. “You look radiant,” She whispered into the start of salt and pepper curls that had been pulled back into a look held together by far too many bobby pins. Toni pressed a kiss into that long, long neck emphasized by the halter design, before pulling back. She smoothed out some of the seams, adjusted the tulle in a way that was a little less overwhelming, and could feel Briana relaxing under her touch.
“Besides, it’s just brunch with a couple of socialites. You’ve punched out way scarier.”
“Yeah, but I can’t punch out someone at a tea party.”
Toni snorted, reminding Bria that under all the glamour and perfect hair, it was still just her Toni. “Not with that attitude you can’t.” She smoothed out her skirt, standing up straight again.
What she was smoothing out, Briana couldn’t tell. The dark blue high-low skirt was seamless where it met her high collar white blouse. Both fabrics billowed where they were supposed to, and clung everywhere else; like an ancient goddess of both beauty and battle. Her heels helped her gain a few precious inches over Briana and it was almost novel having Toni be taller, especially when she looked so unquestionably powerful. Jan would have wept to get a picture of them together for her Instagram. Fortunately, the Wasp was likely going to attend the afternoon event.
Jarvis chimed on Toni’s watch, a subtle but pleasant reminder that they should start the drive to Long Island to reach the garden venue fashionably late instead of ‘Toni Stark did not want to be here’ late. She held out an arm to Briana, who hesitated, but took it. Toni grinned. They could face monsters and magic, so she was glad Briana trusted her enough to face the equally dangerous New York high society together.