If there was a happiest person in the world, it would be Penny Pingleton. She had learned to ignore the constant stares of people when she was around Seaweed. She had left her house long ago for two reasons. First, her father had gotten out of jail, and she had feared what her sins were, in her father's eyes. Second of all, neither of her parents would approve of someone like Seaweed, especially because of his color.

Nevertheless, she was happy. She was finally free of her house, staying at her friend Tracy's until the age of eighteen. She had found a shop to work in. She was a dressmaker and engaged to Seaweed. It was now three years from high school graduation, and she knew what she wanted to do, sew and not get a proper education.

Tracy had woken her up to tell her that I was on the phone, and she reluctantly answered. How I came by this information, I do not know.

"Hello," Penny said through the phone line.

"Hi, Penny, it's Amber," I greeted. "Can you come over here?"

"Um, sure," she agreed, though I could tell quite reluctantly. "Where are you?"

"I will be at the WYZT studio in fifteen minutes. I'll take you home from there." I answered her, finding a place she would know.

"I'll be there, Amber," Penny answered.

"Thanks. I'll see you in fifteen minutes. Bye"

"Bye," she answered, and hung up the phone.

I grabbed my car keys, and headed towards my car.

As promised, in fifteen minutes, I had arrived to find another car in the lot; obviously Penny's. I looked harder, and found her in the car sucking on a lollipop. Does she ever stop sucking those things? I wondered, walking towards her car.

"I'll follow you," she said stiffly, not taking her eyes off the steering wheel.

"See you there," I said, stepping away from the window. I walked back to my own car and ignited the engine.

Penny followed as promised and we soon arrived at my parents' estate. I opened the door, and let Penny walk through. I left for the kitchen, filling champagne flutes with champagne before re-entering the enormous living room that Penny had obviously found while I was in the kitchen.

I offered her one of the champagne flutes, which she took. She had finished her lollipop in the duration of the drive, and had dispensed the stick.

"I need your help, Penny," I began. She finally looked at me.

"With what?" she retorted. "Don't you have everything you need?"

"Not quite," I answered. "I need love, true love."

"You need some tips on how to get a man to notice you and such, right?" She set her empty champagne flute down.

"That's the idea. But there's one man in particular…" I drifted off, sipping on my previously untouched champagne.

"Who, may I ask?"

"Corny Collins has never noticed me before. I've always been irrevocably in love with him."

"For how long, Amber?"

"I've loved him since I first saw him."

"Which was how long ago?"

"Eight years ago; he was eighteen, I was thirteen."

"You've hoped this long that he would notice you? You have nerve, Amber. Do you have more champagne?"

"Of course I do. I'll be right back." I got the opened bottle of champagne and returned to the living room. I filled Penny glass and set the bottle down before beginning.

"So, you said you needed help to be noticed?" She sipped her champagne, looking over the rim at me.

"Yes."

"First, I'll need to see your closet; you clothes are rather normal right now."

I set down my now empty champagne glass. "Sure, follow me." I led her to the master bedroom, where my mother's old clothes and the new clothes I bought, were stored away.

Penny immediately started pulling out clothes, telling me to set them in two different piles: ordinary and noticeable. However, she did not inform me of the specific pile, just that one went in one pile and one in the other.

Once the entire closet was cleared, she picked a dress and told me to put it on. I left for the bathroom, doing as I was instructed.

I opened the door and strode to the mirror and my image almost took my breath away. I was wearing a strapless pink dress with a small bodice and a little bit of cleavage showing. The skirt of the dress was almost knee-length, but a little bit shorter. It fanned out a little bit. But what took my breath away was the smooth silk flowing over my curves.

Penny was smiling slightly and silently handed me a set of pink slippers that I put on. I understood then what she was thinking.