"You don't have a choice!" Pearl cheered, pushing the door open. A little bell rang over our heads as warm air hit our faces. "Look at these clothes! Amara, we are playing dress-up right now."
There is absolutely no stopping Pearl when she gets that look in her eye. We are trapped. Somebody save me.
"I have pie crust and black dust all over me," Malachi said, looking down at his shirt with a deep frown.
"Perfect, then we'll find you something that doesn't smell like burnt meat!" Pearl grabbed a dark blue cloak off a rack and threw it right at his face. "Go! Change! All of you, move!"
Within five minutes, the back room turned into total chaos.
Pearl kicked open her door first, standing tall in a bright red dress with lots of layers. "Well? Do I look like a cool warrior or a rich lady who hides secrets?"
"Definitely the rich lady," Des laughed from the couch, holding up a yellow vest against his chest. "The dress looks great, but your scary face gives it away."
