Angela sighed, her hand clutched to her chest as she watched Maura descend.

”Oh Maura.” She sighed happily. ”You look like a real princess.”

Maura smiled happily, it seemed almost impossible that she could be stood in a room with only one other person and yet still feel surrounded by so much warmth and love.

”You think so?” she asked, pausing to regard herself carefully in the mirror Angela had painstakingly moved in from the guesthouse.

Angela handed her a small box, a warm grin lighting up her entire face. ”This is very exciting.” She admitted as she watched Maura pull on elbow length pink satin gloves.

”I wonder how they managed to get such a good fit?” Maura wondered aloud, casting a questioning glance over her shoulder.

”Well I mean. I couldn’t let you wear something off the rail.” Angela began fussing around the bottom of the dress, her eyes looking anywhere but directly at Maura.

”Angela, you didn’t?” Maura turned, her dress almost knocking the Rizzoli matriarch on her rear.

Angela just shrugged and Maura could immediately see where Jane got her coy ’denial shrugs’ from.

With tears glistening in her eyes, the doctor wrapped the older woman in a fierce bear hug, squeezing all the oxygen from her lungs.

”It’s perfect.” She whispered.

Angela pulled back suddenly. ”You’ll need one more thing.” She whispered, reaching to a larger box and handing it wordlessly to Maura who opened it with the enthusiasm of a small child on Christmas morning.

”A spinning wheel?”

-/-

Jane stared at the clock. She had a little over an hour before she absolutely had to leave for the most ridiculous party of her life and she still hadn’t opened the box that contained her costume. Something inside her told her that it would be ok, that Maura had jumped in and ticked her name off the list, been the one to choose her outfit, that it really wouldn’t be as bad as she was thinking. But the niggling doubt that it had been Frost or worse, Korsak who had been behind the contents of the box made her heart double time into her stomach. Running her hands through her hair once more, she took a deep breath. The entire department had seemed to jump on board and at around lunchtime, a courier had arrived at the station with countless boxes, each one plain, save for the name of its intended and instructions to open in private printed neatly on its lid. Everyone that is except Maura. Jane had retreated to the morgue when Frost and Korsak’s teasing had seriously made her contemplate shooting them both. She was without box, the disappointment written clearly on her face.