She fetches the dresses.

"I um.. Y-yes, Ma'am." Catherine stammers. /Ma'am? Where the hell did that come from?/ It wasn't conscious, it just tripped out of her lips. Elizabeth in turn acknowledged this courtesy with the smallest smile of satisfaction.

 "In that case, run along. We don't have all day." 

 Catherine beat a hasty retreat from the room, almost stumbling as she did so. Back in the stacks her mind simply reeled as she wandered from dress to dress. What the hell was it with those people? Why was Elizabeth so possessive to the two other women, and why did they just... accept it? /And why do I feel this way?/

 She wandered past the same series of dresses perhaps a dozen times before she realized that she had no idea where she was going, what she was doing. She needed to find something, at least. What had their requirements been? Sexy and revealing, yet traditional? Catherine shook her head, it made no sense. 

 She glanced at the clock. She'd been fretting over what to bring for five minutes. She needed to return with something, anything.