The only way I can describe my outfit right now is pastel elegance. I'm talking full-on floral daydream: flared tea-length dress covered in soft pink roses, a matching pillbox hat with a little netted veil thing (because why not), pearl gloves with matching earrings, and heels so dainty I could cry.

I even curled my hair in those vintage waves that take five years off your life to perfect.

Do I look like someone who's about to take down a cheating ex, a fake fiancée, and potentially seduce a helicopter pilot?

No.

I look like someone's delicate niece who lives in a literal dollhouse and drinks tea with ghost children....