"How about this one?"
I held up the hanger to my neck, the dress it held splaying across my body.
"It's too Laura Ingalls," Norah commented, waving her hand.
I put it back on the rack, continuing to sort through the dresses. Letting out a long, exasperated sigh, I pulled out another dress.
"This one?"
"Too J-Lo," she said, shaking her head.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Not if you're looking to be Carrie from the Pack, but I thought we were looking for dresses appropriate for Luna to be inducted in."
I rolled my eyes, laughing, as I put the dress back on the rack. We had been looking all day for something I could wear to the induction ceremony the next night. We had been to five different stores and still had no luck. We were digging through racks at a high-end store in a last resort to
