Brooklyn's Saturday was pretty unproductive. Her main dilemma was figuring out what she should wear to the party.

"Pink, red, black, blue... I don't know what to choose!" She cried, making her uncle who was walking past stop and poke his head into Brooklyn's room.

"Is everything alright?" He asked worriedly.

"I'm fine," Brooklyn smiled. "I just don't know what to wear."

"And that's my cue to leave," he chuckled. "I'll go grab Lisa."

"Thanks," Brooklyn laughed and crossed her arms over her chest, frowning at the dresses hanging up on her wardrobe.

"I hear you have a clothing problem," Lisa said, walking into Brooklyn's room.

"Help," Brooklyn whined. "I...