"I look like an idiot!" Vidia called from behind the leafy door of her closet. Her friends were perched all around, waiting to see Rosetta's handy work.
"You look wonderful, hon," Rosetta called from where she stood near the door. "Just come on out."
"We can't wait," Fawn called. She was resting up against the table eagerly wondering what Vidia would look like. They had only ever seen her in a dress once when their powers were switched and she had looked beautiful.
Finally the leaf door was pulled back and a large puff of purple spilled out. Vidia's head and arms were barely visible under all the material.
"You look great, Vid," Silvermist offered, but the rest were eerily quiet as they looked at each other.
"Right, I look amazing in this ball of sherbert Rosetta thinks is a dress! I said DRESS, Ro. A DRESS!" Vidia's brow was furrowed with frustration.
"Well," Tinker Bell started to say, but then couldn't seem to find the words.
"It's...it's…" Fawn stuttered and stared with raised eyebrows.
"Nice," Iridessa said quickly, and made a face at Fawn, who answered with a shrug. Iridessa continued. "It just might be...well...the wrong...size...or shade…or maybe it just needs to be hemmed a bit."
"Oh, please," Rosetta waved them off. "It's perfect. She looks very elegant."
"It's a great dress, Ro," Tinker Bell said gently, flitting over. "But...look at her… this isn't Vidia. This would look fabulous on a garden fairy like you, but on Vidia, well, she needs something a bit more...aerodynamic." Tinker Bell chose her words carefully and then watched as comprehension came over Rosetta's face.
"Oh," Rosetta said. "Well, perhaps, it is a bit more voluminous than she needs." Rosetta pulled on the draping petals coming off of Vidia's body. "Perhaps something with a smidge less fabric, right?"
"Y'think?" Vidia snapped. "Now help me get out of this!" She waddled back into the closet. Tinker Bell and Iridessa hurried into the closet to help her escape the snare of fabric
"Well, there's just no more time to make another one in her size. She's so tall and lean," Rosetta sighed. "I'll have to start over from scratch with the sewing-talent fairies. It'll take them at least a week. I'm not sure it will be ready by the festival."
"Who did you go to?" Fawn asked suddenly.
"I don't know. Some pretty blonde. Madeline? Mandy?"
"Mendy?" Fawn asked. "Hmm, well I've never worked with her before, but I know that Hawthorne is by far the best dress-maker and the fastest. She made my dress in two days."
"I thought Hawthorne had the flu?" Silvermist asked.
"She did, but she's better now. She's just not supposed to go back to work for another week or two, but she's going stir-crazy in her house so she practically begged me to let her make my dress. I guarantee she'd love to make Vidia's." Fawn smiled, proud of her idea.
"How do I know I want this Hawthorne person making my dress?" Vidia called from inside the closet. She nudged the door open and she, Iridessa, and Tinker Bell flitted out.
"Trust me, you'll love her work!" Fawn gushed. "Besides, what choice do you have?"
"It's true, sug," Rosetta gestured to Fawn. 'If this lady is as fast as Fawn says, she's your only option. It's too late to make a new dress with the other sewing-talents."
"Fine," Vidia rolled her eyes. "I guess I'll have to trust Fawn's taste."
"Ok, I'll get her on it!" Fawn yelped, happy to have solved her friends' problem. "I'll even deliver it straight here when it's done!"