Her outfit for the big day was surprisingly well-constructed. As much as Kenna didn’t really want to join the party—eventually dubbed “New Somerset SpringFest”—she did enjoy looking good. It was a chance to wear something other than work boots for a change, spend a bit more time on her hair, and of course ensure her makeup was immaculate.
She stood in comfortable but ornate sandals that had never been worn before, a fluffy white cotton skirt adorned with soft lace, and a simple blue tank top belted at the waist with a paisley scarf. She looked cute but adult, with borrowed bracelets creeping up her arm and her set of talismans proudly on display. With lips that took several minutes to perfect, she pouted at the sight before her. “No, go with the black one,” she insisted as her dad reached
