You stood in the area outside Mrs. Hudson’s door staring in the mirror. You fidgeted with the bottom of your dress trying to smooth out any wrinkles in the black fabric. After it was smoothed you then ran your hands up and down the long lace sleeves trying to make the fabric lay straight. Even then you couldn’t stop yourself from fidgeting because something still felt off. The hem fell just above your knee and it felt weird not having the usual feel of jeans against your legs. You were only wearing the dress because you were taking Mrs. Hudson out to dinner and she wanted to go to this new fancy Italian restaurant. A place like that required certain attire.
“Mrs. Hudson are you almost ready?” You called over your shoulder as you stepped into your red stilettos.
“Oh yes just one second dear!” She called as you heard her rummaging through a jewelry box. You turned back to the mirror again taking in your appearance when Sherlock and John came bounding down the stairs.
“Ah there you are (y/n). Come along we have a case,” Sherlock said as he grabbed your arm and began pulling you out the door.
“But Sherlock Mrs. Hudson and I were just leaving!”
“But there are murders (y/n)! Much more important than dinner,” Sherlock said as he continued walking out.
“Oh don’t bother trying to fight with him (y/n). We all know that won’t get you anywhere. We can always go another day dear!” Mrs. Hudson called as you were finally dragged out of the door.
“This had better be good Sherlock,” you said as you climbed in the taxi after John.
“Of course it’s good otherwise I wouldn’t be bothering with it.”