— Who are you going to be?
— The blonde one.
— As always, Rory. — Mulan smiled.
— What's the story?
— We can play husband and wife.
— But the dolls are both women.
— So, we can play wife and wifey?
— That's nice. — Aurora giggled. — I think about this a lot.
— What?
— You and I being wife and wifey.
— Are you serious? I think a lot about being your girlfriend too! But mommy always say it is wrong.
— Why?
— Because we're two girls.
— But that shouldn't be wrong.
— Why?
— Because I like you. And liking someone wasn't supposed to be a wrong thing.
— I like you too, Aurora. We're best friends.
— But I like you in the girlfriend-girlfriend way. — she shakes her head, smiling shyly.
— Do you think that someday we can be together?
— As long as we be together, anything is possible, Mulan.
— I kinda love you, Rory.
— I kinda love you too, Mulan. — she holds Mulan's hand. — I promise you, that someday, somehow, I am going to make you my wifey and the happiest woman in the world.
(Ten years later)
— When we're eight years old, you promised me something. Ten years later, here I am asking for you to comply.
