The soft rustle of tulle and satin filled the fitting room as Amelia twirled in front of the mirror, her pink dress flaring out like a perfect princess gown. The sparkly tiara on her head tilted dangerously as she spun, and her face glowed with excitement.
“Do I look like a real princess?” she asked, her voice filled with pure, unfiltered joy.
“You look like the most beautiful princess in the whole kingdom,” Sophia declared, crouching down to adjust the hem. “I think even real princesses would be jealous.”
Amelia beamed, spinning again so the dress flared out around her. “I need sparkly shoes!” she announced, as if this were a life-or-death matter.
“We’ll find the sparkliest shoes ever,” Sophia promised, her eyes twinkling. “You deserve only the best.”
Elliott, sitting cross-legged on
