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Generally, Madison's designs were a hit; adorable ruffly creations covered in bows.
This time it seemed she had missed the mark.
My eyes travelled over the mint green dress, a cross between go-go dancer and mental patient. "Maddy... What on earth is it?"
Her eyes widened as she shook the frock again, exclaiming about its positive points, which amounted to, "The a-line is all the rage right now!"
I held back a shudder, my voice oozing with heartfelt distaste, "It doesn't close all the way in the back."
Grinning, she retorted, "I thought some skin would be nice." Before thrusting the travesty at me pointedly, apparently there would be no room for argument.