"She's got junk in her trunk that she doesn't want him to touch," AB teased and made sure to stay out of Sunny's reach.

Holding the dress out at arm length she gave it a quick examination. "It's still sparkly," she replied with one eyebrow quirked. It was very pretty and kind of posh; AB hated to admit she almost liked it.

She shook her head when Bobby chimed in. "Oh fine."

Taking the dress into the changing room she shrugged out of her hippy couture and into the dress. She gulped loudly, staring into the mirror as if the thing were lying to her.

"Sunny," she called, her throat constricted in a mild panic. "Get in here. I need your help."