Two young children once again found their souls escaping their bodies. The adults seemed kind enough to let them recover at a café after the dress up torture. Some girls really enjoyed this, what frightening individuals they were.
"It's the end for me" was etched on the part of the soul that was escaping form Ivy. If Ivy checked her own existential self probably said something similar.
Tiffaney was now dolled up in a very cute ensample. Swooping layers, through an ingenious design that created the look of layers while being breezy and open, a must in the tropic heat. It had a light soft green palm print dyed across it that matched her eyes. She looked like a delicate plumeria flower native to the region.
