She pushed her hair out of her eyes and stared at herself in the mirror as her mother, aunt and the dressmaker moved around her in a whirlwind of taffeta and chiffon. She shook her head watching as they moved away one by one, only to return with frothy candy colored creations that they held up for her approval. They all looked like cake toppers or overly decorated tea cozies in vivid shades of spring. They made her want to gag. Everything in this hurricane of lace and ruffles made her skin crawl , but she was resolved in trying on each and every one of the monstrosities. She took them one by one, trying to find one thing that did not make her want to run screaming into the streets. Hands on hips, she tapped her sneakered toe and popped bubblegum as the women became whirling dervish of color and sound in the small shop. Speaking all at once, all directed at her, but none of them speaking directly to her. She had known when she’d told them that they would erupt into a cyclone of glitter and lip gloss, and she had been correct. By the time they came to her with the cotton candy pink cloud of fluff, she’d turned her eyes to her younger sister who smiled with satisfaction. She lifted a brow at the girl as she stood dressed as a pink glittering cupcake, her hands on her hips and smiled. “Stand still Abigail.” Mother chided and she slumped her shoulders in defeat. She was going to be a cupcake, a pink glittered, and chiffon encased, cupcake.
“What are you grinning at, Gracie? Next spring,” She held out the fluffy tulle skirt and smiled at her sister with a mischievous glint in her eyes. As she spoke realization dawned and her sister’s face dropped in comical horror. “It’ll be your turn