Molly blushed. "I usually wear lots of color. Some is bound to match. But my party dress is black over gold. I'll bring it."
Molly self consciously began to twist a lock of her hair around her forefinger.
"I sometimes forget to be a real girl. My strings get cut and I flounder. Not the fish, the flopping." She explained the last quite seriously. "I want to remember how to dance and look nice."