Molly is beside herself meeting both choreographer and a principal dancer. She's a bit awkward as usual, but if either of the men notice, they don't let on - plying her with champagne and praising her attire. Combined with Sherlock at her side, it's more male attention than she's received in a long time. It feels really good actually and she's all rosy cheeks and smiles by the time they make it to their seats.

She does hear the little girl's comment, but she doesn't register that it might be about her until they've sat down. It's definitely a surprise. Molly's never felt much like a princess. Well, maybe Cinderella before her fairy godmother shows up. There isn't exactly a Disney princess who cuts open dead people and mostly wears ill-fitting clothing.

Once she's settled in, she feels Sherlock's eyes on her and she catches him eyeing her exposed neck a bit hungrily and she blushes. It's a good thing she didn't go with the low-cut dress option she'd also tried on, he might jump her where she sits. She just smirks at him and takes his hand again. It's the safest form of contact right now.