Melinda huffed at Angie's protest, but she knew before she opened her mouth that it would be a lost cause. Even if she reassured Angie that magic could make sure things stayed where they were supposed to, the dress was a bit daring for Angelina's tastes. So, instead, Melinda handed off the dress to Ally. "Here, Ally, you have a go at it, since our Harpy here is so prudish." She was only half-teasing as she went pack to scouring the racks.
She was finding plenty of dresses that were a better cut, but only barely, and completely the wrong color. Color was fixable with magic, but she preferred exhausting all their options before going that route. "Is this better?" she asked, holding up a shimmery gold dress.