I crossed the stage, making my way toward Riley, who was dressed in soft, white pants made out of cotton and a bright purple vest with silver embroidery. He grimaced as I approached, looking down at himself before rolling his eyes, indicating just how he felt about the costume he was going to have to wear during the show’s run.

I was grateful that my dress was much better than Riley’s costume. I was wearing a flowing gown made out of light purple silk. The sleeves were puffy, but ...