It's very early on, but Molly is pretty certain she will never tire of making Sherlock Holmes speeches (or as speechless as Sherlock Holmes ever gets) and that pleasure is written all over her face at the moment. It's the sort of pride she imagines he felt when popping open her bra with one hand or when he put Rosie to sleep in 5 minutes.

"It is," she says, looking down at the dress, smoothing out the skirt with her hands. If she felt incredible in it in the department store, she now feels like a bloody model. "I bought it for tonight."

Worth every shilling.