"Hello," she said, with much curteous, stepping inside and closing the door gently behind her. "So . . what do you think about the dress?"
Dakota put one hand on her hip and the other was firmly, and slowly, stricking the white lace. It was along the bottom of the dress, the shoulder sleeves, and along the neck. The white lace was designed to have loops and curls and tiny dots along the top. The rest of the dress was baby blue: Dakota's favorite color besides green.
"It's probably not appropiate for school," she said, "but just tell me your true, honest opinion.