— 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.