Lark was in hell. There was just no way around it. She'd been the one who'd opened her big mouth about what she was supposed to wear to that party, and now girls she didn't even know had gotten it into their heads that she was the perfect, life-size Barbie doll. Daphne had pushed something off on her that was pink and frilly and honestly beautiful, but it had a designer name on it and probably cost more than Lark had made in her entire life. She could not wear these kinds of things. She'd never paid more than thirty dollars for a pair of shoes. What if she ripped something? What if she spilled something on it? Plus Lark was hardly the pink and frilly sort of girl, but she didn't feel she could announce that without offending Daphne. So once she realized her objections had fallen on deaf ears, she took a deep breath and resigned herself to her fate. She headed into a corner where she'd be out of the way and pulled her pajama top off, deciding that Daphne probably wasn't the sort of person to listen to objections of modesty, either.
Truth or dare? Was she kidding?! Was the pink and frilly dress not bad enough? Then again, after a moment's thought Lark realized hey! It probably couldn't get any worse than this! "Yeah uh, someone else start, I need to figure out how to work this thing." As if it was a super complicated high tech device and not, you know, a dress.