Crysabel looked at the gown in wonder.

"Can I try it on?"

"Of course." Cal helped her friend out of her dress, then put the gown on her, gave her the gloves.

Crysabel looked in the mirror.

"It's like I'm in one of those fairy tales." She touched her reflection.

"You'll set the ball on fire, and no leaving at midnight." Cal pulled out a roll of paper and flattened it on the table. "Sit and I'll draw your portrait."

"Now? But my eyes are all ...