“Are you sure? It looks like enough to me.”
Mary sighed, looking from her two-year-old daughter to the Halloween costume. She wasn’t sure where she could fit more lace on the princess dress. It was nothing but lace ruffles, pink ribbons, and frill. Mary was almost worried that, upon donning the costume, her daughter’s skin and hair, and maybe the rest of her too, would suddenly transform to lace. “Darling,” she began, but her daughter interrupted.
“More lace!” the little girl yelled, with a pout, eyes wide and tears welling at the corners.
“Where?” Mary demanded.