The day of the ball arrived with a flurry of excitement that set my teeth on edge. While the other girls were running around like headless chickens, fussing over their hair and gowns, I was trying my darnedest to find a way out of this whole ordeal.
"Oh, no you don't," Maria's voice rang out as I tried to sneak past her. She grabbed my arm, her eyes narrowing. "You're not getting out of this one, MaryJane."
I groaned, knowing that look in her eye. It was the same one she got before we did something stupid and dangerous. "Maria, I ain't cut out for all this frilly nonsense. Can't I just-"
"Nope," she cut me off, popping the 'p' with a grin. "You're going to this ball, and you're going to look spectacular."
Before I could protest, she was dragging me towards her trunk. "Now, I've got jus
