Shopping with Eliza was a little bit like watching a cat chase a laser pointer. No matter how many times she seemed to pounce on an item and declare that she “Loved it!” there was always something else within her eyesight begging for her to pounce it, too. By the time they were done, Cadence had spent more money than she could possibly imagine, needed assistance with her bags, and was developing a stress headache from her attempts to rein Eliza in all day.

But it had been an ...