“How do you feel?” asked Helen.
“Something like a fairy princess and it’s hard to make myself believe that this is all real.”
“Then let’s enjoy every minute of it. We may wake up and find that it is all just a dream.”
Janet looked at herself in the mirror. She was sheathed in blue silk, ankle length, with just enough of a slit in one side to show her dainty, silken ankles. Helen helped her tie a blue ribbon around her hair and watched while Janet applied rouge judiciously.
“I imagine the lights will be bright as we go into the theater,” said Helen, “so remember what Roddy said about the color.”
In turn Janet helped Helen, fastening the crimson velvet dress. Like her own, it was a sheath of material with Helen encased inside.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to sit down. Dad may have to hire a truck and drive us to the theater in it. I’d hate to have this gown all mussed.”
“Mine looks awfully tight, but it feels very comfortable,” confessed Janet. “Oh, I feel grand—simply grand.”
“About ready?” called Helen’s father.
They caught up their capes and threw them around their shoulders with just the right touch of abandon. Even the gloves had been provided in the boxes sent by Roddy.