It was time again to get married. What a strange thing to think. Calhoun could feel her nerves getting the best of her as she sat alone in a trendy waiting room. Usually for women meeting with a wedding dress designer was the event of a life time. One that they looked forward to since they could even understand the idea of marriage. In Calhoun's case, all she wanted was to return to her troops back on the Unnamed Planet. The soldier was more comfortable risking her life fighting blood thirsty bugs than trying on dresses. She didn't even like dresses...
"Miss... Tamora Calhoun?" the receptionist called out to the almost empty room. Calhoun stood up immediately, trying to feign some sort of interest in the visit. For all Calhoun cared, she could have just run off and eloped with Felix. "I am she," Calhoun said, trying to keep herself from barking at the girl behind the desk. She did not like when people referred to her as anything other than Sergeant. "Miss Mode will see you know," she said with a small smile, before waving the soldier through the door. She hoped that the designer knew what she was doing, because Calhoun knew next to nothing about fashion.