Molly smiled a bit timidly. "Oh yes. Very big ball. At the stroke of midnight everyone turns into pumpkin pie. Or diamonds will drop, or kisses will fall. Something in that order."
Molly dropped her bag onto a chair and shoved the graphic novel at Savannah. Inside the cover were several different depictions of the character Molly had chosen to portray. "I want to be her. I have the costume. But the hair is important." Molly wrung her hands together. "And I don't like strangers feeling the roadmaps."
Her hair, often left loose, covered the scars, surgical and less precise.
Molly unzipped her bag and pulled out hair clips with neon colored locks. Greens, yellows, blues, pinks. There were also bobby pins with wires tipped with feather butterflies and fish. "These must float about my head. And I have face nose and lip rings..."
Molly was lost somewhere between nervous and excited. It was a confusing place to be.
"I can help paint in return. Tiny canvases are just as well as larger ones." She gestured to the nail polish bottle.