
This is pretty sexy on Poor Edith. Good for you, Poor Edith! (I know it's pretty sheer in front, but let's take what we can get.)

This is unusually sleek and elegant on her.

The back of this is charming. JUST WAIT.

Ta-dah! (Maybe "charming" was the wrong word. Maybe "sexy" is closer.)

I feel like Scully here was like, "Damn it. Edith bested me. HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?"

He's NEVER looked this clean-cut!

I am certain that Isobel Crawley -- who is wearing what I think Isobel Crawley would wear to this event if she were time-traveled to us -- realized that while winning is a delight, SO IS GETTING TO STAND THAT CLOSE TO CHIWETEL EJIOFOR IN A TUX. (I treasure you, Penelope Wilton. I don't even think you can know how much.)

Believe it or not, I think this is lovely on her. (I wish for a different lip, but we can't always get what we want.)

ALL HAIL THE QUEEN! (In her Sherlock sandwich.)

THIS is why you might want to look up Grantchester. (Note to those of you who've read THE ROYAL WE already, he looks a bit like I imagine Freddie, except older. Which I only just now realized.)
