Knuckles drove them back to Rhonda's place, thankfully not having to travel too long of a distance. Time clearly wasn't on the gang's side, yet they fought as much as they could manage for the sake of the one and only magical night Amy could experience. Knuckles waited in the car while the two females went inside to get Amy all prepped up.
While waiting for Rhonda to come back down with the outfit, Amy was dangling a necklace that Rhonda had made in front of her; it had originally been nothing but a rusty chain, but with a bit of work and a decorated stone she had picked up, Rhonda had made it into a sparkling necklace. When Rhonda came back down, Amy commented, "You sure do have a thing for taking something simple and making it beautiful."
She gently placed it back onto a decorated shelf and placed herself on the couch next to Rhonda.
"Well you ain't seen nothing yet," she responded, placing a giant, white box in front of them and shuffling off the container. "I was saving this for my next attempt down the aisle."
Amy gave her a questioning look.
"Don't ask." Rhonda pushed the cover of the box over, revealing a dress that took Amy's breath away. Suddenly she felt too unworthy, because that dress looked just too precious to be put onto someone like her.
"It's beautiful," she sighed. "I can't wear that."
Rhonda looked at her in horror. "Yes you can! And you will! That dress has been in this box for long, heh, it deserves a night out."
Amy smiled, and she truly did want to be the one to grant that dress a night to remember, so she obliged to Rhonda's directives and became a princess for the night.