Violet did not look like herself, not one bit. For the first time, she looked as if she might belong at this school. She looked like an actual girl, a girl who went to dances and flirted with boys and knew the right things to say.
Moments later, Tiara reappeared. She had barely gone for ten minutes. Her hair hung loose. She had worn a cherry red, simple and elegant gown, showing off her shoulders, and her tiny waist. Her lips were matching red, and they curved into a grin when she saw Violet.
"You look so beautiful," Tiara said, getting way more enjoyment out of dressing Violet up, than dressing herself.
"Thanks," Violet said. "For everything, I mean. I will try not to ruin anything.
Tiara shook her head. "Don't worry about it, just have fun."
They headed downstairs to meet the boys.
