Though, to be real, Lilly wasn’t such a bad choice for a fairy godmother. She knew fashion. She’d also let me whine about my sister problems all the way through dinner. The least I could do was take her wardrobe advice. “Are you sure I can’t wear black?” Lilly rolled her eyes. “You’re going to a wedding, not a funeral. Tell me again why we’re just now shopping for a dress?” She stared up at the mall directory. “Because the dress I was going to wear is absolutely not worthy of a date like Elliott.” “Which one? The pale green? With the little brown belt?” “Yeah. I mean, it’s pretty, but it doesn’t exactly say wow.” “So that’s your only requirement?” Lilly said. “A dress that says wow?” “If you’re not going to let me wear black.” “Whatever. I’ve seen your closet, Em. You can’t pretend like you don’t care about fashion.”
