Bobby couldn't see what was wrong with the first three dresses. Or the dozen shoes AB and Sunny had tried on. Or the tiaras. Or the little handbags. But no, apparently there was something wrong about every item, be it the measurements or the precise shade. He was starting to wonder why he'd been dragged along.

He had started off leaning against the wall next to the changeroom, but after the first ten minutes had started to slump down the wall, and was now sitting on the floor. He could see AB's feet and ankles under the dressing room door, and as she kicked aside another dress he realized that were it not for the door, he'd be seeing her undressed. He blushed furiously, though all he could see were feet, and looked away back to Sunny. "Naw, it's on the floor too."