“Wow, these look amazing, Antoinette!” Sherry exclaimed as she stared in shock at her reflection in the mirror.
Her father had just decided upon a new festival in which the townspeople were to dress as their favourite fictional characters. She couldn't sew for the life of her, so Antoinette had offered to make her costume.
“Of course. I am my mother's daughter, after all.” Antoinette teased.
“Oh, hush.”
Antoinette smiled slightly and reached out to straighten Sherry's – or Lucy's, in this case – collar.
“I never knew that you were into anime.” Antoinette mentioned casually.
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