A Decisive Start

"Ada…lia?" That was me, one foot rooted at the foot of the stairs and one hand with a grip frozen stuck on the handrail. "Is that…? Is that seriously you?"

See, I came down, dressed to impress, my fairly atypical winter cloak fastened around my clothes, expecting to see the usual drabbly yet elegantly dressed vampire awaiting me on her favorite three-seater couch. 

Needless to say, that's not what happened. 

Upon seeing me, she stood up, patient anticipation in her every step striding toward me, and the closer she got, the more I was left reeling seeing what I was seeing, my awe, my smile growing bigger and bigger.

"Terestra's… magic…" Adalia said, making her own astute observations. "You are… wearing it…" 

"Never mind me," I said, breathless. "You, on the other hand. Where did you…? How did you…?" 

"I decided… to change my dress… for today…" She whispered, stating the profound, breathtaking obvious. "I want you… to be surprised…"