Luke had taken full note of the fact that she had worn, at last, the much lauded about red heels; how could he not? She did look utterly stunning in them and if she thought they only set off her calves well, she didn't realize just how bloody gorgeous she really was. He'd been sneaking all sorts of peeks at how those heels made her hips sway and how they gave her the appearance of a much older woman all morning long, though he'd managed to bite his tongue and not let most of those thoughts out.

He had, though, told her more than a few times that she looked beautiful today; not that he felt terribly surprised when Michelle asked, yet again, if she looked alright.

"Plum will love you. And you look beautiful, Michelle," he reassured her, turning and slipping his arms about her waist, her heels giving him but a scant inch of height above her. "I almost feel a bit like a bum standing next to you all dressed up in your dark dress with the sexy red heels, ya know. Not that I'm complaining, mind," he said, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.