Part one of a two part story :) enjoy xx

They hadn't actually spoken about it. She had just assumed that they would go together. When Dot and her had gone over the invitations to finalise before they were sent off to the printers she had crossed out Jacks name and put it beside her own marking it for two copies. Dot watched her Miss as she did this but did not question her move, merely smiling to herself at the thought that the two biggest role- models in Hugh's and her own lives ending up together.

She couldn't help but smile when two weeks later Dot handed her the invitation with her name proudly beside Jack's.

"These look beautiful Dot."

"Thank- you Miss, I'm glad you approve." Miss Fisher had spent an enormous amount of time going over the designs of the invitations and knew exactly what they would look like, and Dot couldn't help but smile at how silly her Miss was.

"Do you need any help addressing them?" Phryne had found she had become quite generous in terms of Dot's wedding. Knowing that she would never wed herself, somehow inspired her to help in even the smallest of ways.

"No thanks Miss, Mr Butler has it sorted."

He didn't say anything about the wedding invitation. Hugh had given it to him one morning with an embarrassed smile. He knew eventually she would get fed up and demand that he say something, but until then he was keeping quiet. It wasn't until three weeks before the wedding that she mentioned it.

"Since you are my date for the wedding I have a surprise for you."

"Oh" he almost fell off his chair, her date, that's how she was thinking of it…

"Yes, when is your next day of?" she continued in a casual tone, choosing not to notice his shocked face and the fact he almost fell off his chair.

"Friday" it was now Tuesday, which gave her plenty of time to call the tailor and ask that he find some time to see her good friend. "Perfect, come to my house at 11" and with a sweep of her coat she was gone, leaving her sweet perfume lingering in the air.

He did as she asked, arriving at 10.55 on Friday morning. She was dressed in white pants with large black buttons fastening them up the side and a sheer white top with a scoop neck. She had red shoes, white drop earrings and a gold and white plated sunflower ring on the middle finger of her right hand. She had taken a lot of time to think about this outfit. She fished in her wardrobe until she found her red felt hat with delicate white flowers to match her accessories. She smiled to herself as she applied her lipstick and hummed a joyful tune as she bounded down the stairs to open the front door.

"Jack" she smiled brightly pulling open the front door with a smile.

"Miss Fisher." He walked into the entry way and she pulled a red coat on and picked up her handbag turning to leave. "We have an appointment" she looped her arm through this and led his out the car. As they drove, he wondered where she could possibly be taking him, she said she had a surprise for him, but knowing her it could literally be anything. He tried his best to ignore her driving and 15 minutes later they pulled up in front of a tailor, which he knew to be the best in town. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and allowed himself to be lead into the warmth of the building, not bothering to question her as to why they were here, or what his surprise may be.

"Miss Fisher" a musical voice spoke and a man in his late forties swept across the entry way as the door chimed, she let go of his arm and allowed the older man to sweep her up in a hug. "Victor, so good to see you again, thank- you for fitting us in." he gave her a warm smile and held her at arms length twirling her around admiring her, "Anything for my Phryne" he looked at Jack and then back to Phryne and she smiled, grabbing Jacks arm and pulling him close to her side, "This is my date for the wedding, Jack Robinson, Jack this is Victor Glossumburg, a very dear friend." The men shook hands and Phryne did not let go of Jack the whole time. He thought of her warmth as a small comfort in such a place, although her referring to him as her date left him feeling perhaps a little too warm. They were lead into a large fitting room as the pair talked, Jack soaking up the atmosphere; this was a very expensive shop. He looked around to see bundles of material in every possible shade of grey, black and blue, as well as the occasion red or green. They suddenly stopped and he felt two hands tug as his coat lapels pulling him back into the room.

"Do you need help?" she had a very wicked sparkle in her eyes and he couldn't help but curse himself for not listening to what had obviously been asked of him. He shook his head "pardon?"

"Victor told you to strip, he needs to measure you up." She took pleasure in saying this, he could tell by the way her lips quirked and her cheeks grew full with a suppressed laugh.

"I think I am more than capable." He said in dry tones. Victor walked back into the room at that minute, demanding to know why Jack was still fully dressed. Jack looked at her and she rolled her eyes, turning on her heel to walk across the room to let him undress in peace. She left them alone for 10 minutes before becoming bored with looking at the mainly boring material rolls. She walked back into the room and stood in the door way watching Jack, standing only in a singlet and shorts. He really did cut a fine figure she thought, she longed to get him into such an undressed state. Unfortunately for her Victor had finished with his measuring and allowed Jack to go back into the changing room to get dressed.

They had two more visits to the tailor before the wedding. She had chosen a dark grey material to match with the dress she was wearing. One day he wasn't really sure how it had happened, but she had taken him along to her dress fitting. Having never been to a woman's dress fitting, he really wasn't sure what to expect, but couldn't help but feel a little excited to see what Miss Fisher would deem appropriate to wear to her companions wedding. He was ushered onto a couch where he was given champagne which he happily drunk while she got the dress on. She emerged 5 minutes later sweeping the curtains open and pulling the recently refilled glass of champagne from his hand and drinking the lot. She handed him back the glass and twirled in place. He couldn't help but smile at her, she look dazzling and yet somehow demure enough for a wedding.

"You look beautiful" the words came out before he meant them too, but he didn't regret them. She had on a dark grey dress which had a scooped neck built up by several layers of material, there was a fine sort of feather which was attached to the tops of the sleaves falling over her arms to midway down her arm. As she spun he noticed the back was also a scoop cut and certainly much lower than the front, but still fairly modest. They grey was shiny under the lights making her look as though she was sparkling, the dress was longer on the sides as was the fashion. Although he knew this wasn't a dress a woman might typically wear to a wedding, she made it work, as though somehow her personality shone through.

She gave him a very shy smile before remembering herself, she tilted her head to the side and put on, what he assumed was supposed to be an angelic look, putting her hands up in a prayer "Do you think the church will allow me in?" he looked at her and they both laughed knowing that neither of them would be particularly welcome in a church with his divorce and her trail of lovers.