"'If'? There's no question if you're talking about a true Scot," Melinda said with an arch smile and maybe just a hint of pride, then wasted no time in making a beeline towards the racks of dresses.
She was just wading through yards and yards of material when she glanced over at Ally's suggestion. "Velour? Oh, Ally, no! Velvet at the very least. Silk, maybe. But I was thinking maybe feathers or sequins." Melinda went back to search through the racks. "Something flashy and attention-grabbing like a phoenix should be. Oh, maybe something like this?" She held up a red gown with a plunging neckline.