Giselle let out an almost shy giggle when Peter looked at her. She wasn’t sure why, maybe it was that the sales lady called him her young man. “How do I look?” she asked, spinning around in the dress like any girl in Andalasia would do.
She took the umbrella from him, looking at it strangely, but she’d figure it out when they got outside. She still didn’t know how they’d managed to make all these wonderful clothes.