To say that she was excited was an understatement; she had told Lita before, she'd never danced properly. Certainly not with anyone, only herself twirling in the uncaring cell of her bedroom back in New Jersey, and this was entirely different. She was going to audition for a play, an honest-to-gosh play, and she might even get a part in it!
When she received Jack's note, she slipped hurriedly in her shoes. What did one wear to dance in? She had nothing except jeans and shirts, a few simple skirts. After a long debate, biting her lip, she opened the box that Lita had given her yesterday. A dress box with a floral-print sundress in it, gauzy and sweet, buttons on the bust; she slipped into the matched flats, slid the pearl bracelet over her wrist. As she brushed out her hair and took a moment to look in the mirror, she realized what it was. She was pretty, sort of, in a way she'd never seen herself as before. Maybe it was a mixture of the clothes Lita had gotten her and her own inner glow of budding confidence and excitement, but it made her radiant.
She was practically skipping when she made it into the library, and very relieved to see Jack still there.
"Did you love it?" she demanded as soon as she was within earshot, smiling up at him brightly. "The book, I mean. Wasn't it great?"