In the dressing room, the transformation was complete. As Maya zipped up the back, Chloe turned to the mirror. She didn't wiggle or make a face. She placed her hands on the poof of the skirt and did a slow, wobbling twirl.
"Remember," Maya whispered, "we’re looking for something for Grandma’s 80th birthday. Something special."
"You look like you," Maya corrected, smiling as she straightened the hem. "Just with a little extra sparkle."