AUTHOR'S POV

Ansel smirked to himself, leaning against a wall to enjoy the show

"That dress isn't me, Sofia. It's you, and just for your information, I'm not a Barbie doll. I can, in fact, dress myself," came Annabelle's muffled voice from inside the bathroom.

"I hate to break it to you, Annabelle, but they won't even let you in the door if you dress the way you usually do. You need fashion therapy. That's why you have us," Tracy said, examining her perfectly manicured nails for flaws.

"You can borrow my best-spiked choker if you want, Annabelle," Anne piped up.

"And I have a beaded American-Indian skirt that you...