But Delaney was determined that she learn to master a three-inch heel. Delaney placed a math textbook on Lexi’s head to remind her of her posture. “Gracefully,” she instructed her friend. “Not like you’re walking on thin ice.” Lexi practiced walking around the hardwood floor of her living room, trying her best not to teeter or fall. The book slammed onto the floor. “They make my ankles all wobbly,” Lexi complained. “And this big, poufy skirt keeps catching on them.” Jenna’s mother, Betty, adjusted the long layers at the back of Lexi’s gown. “No problema,” she said. “I’ll fix it.” Jenna’s mom, Betty, had outdone herself, taking an old, lavender satin prom dress from Jenna’s sister Gabby and beading the strapless bodice with white pearls and clear sequins so it glittered. The skirt was shimmery, purple tulle. “You look like una princesa,” Betty said, pinning up the hem ever so slightly.
