"Not a law to not dress up. No bouncing at the door." Molly closed her eyes and leaned back, the jet on her back racing up her spine to bubble up under her neck.
"Bouncing girls, bouncing balls, the girls go to the ball. Prince charming or a frog? A Tale or a tail? Every prince has a price."
Fun was fun, and that was what mattered.
Molly's head bobbed up, "Do you think they put food on your face at the salon?"