"Trust me, you look gorgeous." I say as Star turns to look in the mirror.

"Are you sure? I think it needs to be a different color, maybe blue like yours, or maybe…." Star says.

"Star, you look amazing, you look like a star," I say. "Come on, if you want you could wear something of mine."

"Um, no, you are crazy." She says. "I'm sorry, Blink is taking me to the dance and I want it to be perfect."

"I understand" I say smiling. Ike is with us, Star wanted a guy's perspective, and Lucy came too.

"I wonder what Sketch is wearing," Star said dreamily.

"Oh, she told me" I say, glancing as I see Ike holding Lucy, she is touching anything in her reach.

"She says it will be like their color pallet is silver, blues, teals, and black." I say smiling, I'm thinking of what Ike would wear. I'm thinking it should be like his shirt should be flushed out blue with like black slacks and his gold pocket watch of course. Star comes out of the powder room with another dress on. She looks in the mirror and poses a few times before she says:

"I like this one." It was a pretty pink, somewhat of a sundress. It was clearly a dress for dancing, and I knew she had a special pair of heels that matched perfectly.

"It certainly does look good on you." I say. "Ike, give your opinion."

"Star, i'm gonna say you look pretty fine in that dress, Blink will really like it." He says, trying to hide the red in his cheeks.

"Pretty," Lucy giggles.

"Too bad, because you're not coming to the dance, little Miss." I say to Lucy cheekily. "Anyways, we got to go home so I can find something for Ike to wear." He gives a comical groan. I say good bye to Star, but after she purchases it. The pink reminds me of the sun setting at the harbor. I take Ike by the hand, the one not holding Lucy and we walk home. Several blocks down, Ike gives me Lucy. When we get home, I change her immediately, and then I walk into the bedroom.

"Let's see," I say, circling Ike as he stands still. He says he hates this, but his smirk gives away that he likes it.

"You need a lot of work" I say smiling. "Well, I am wearing a pastel blue and Sketch is wearing teal. So, I think you should wear this." I say, holding up his favorite plaid blue shirt and black slacks.

"I get to wear my gold pocket watch right?" he questions. I nod my head, while trying to figure out how to make the shirt dressier. Washing it will be a big improvement, I thought. Wouldn't hurt to take his and my outfit to the cleaners, I think I have enough money from selling newspapers. I got to the cleaners early in the morning; no doubt Ike will still be sleeping. When I get back, I see Ike making breakfast. He isn't wearing a shirt, but I'm more concentrated on the food. Biscuits, eggs and ham cover the table. I awake Lucy and bring her to the table. Ike comes over early with plates.

"Good morning my little angel," He says, kissing me on my cheek.

"Good morning sunshine," I say smiling. "I took our stuff out to the cleaners; I paid already, my treat."

"Good," he says. We eat in silence, now Lucy can eat with a fork and spoon, she jabs each piece of ham harshly then sticks it in her mouth.

"She is pretending to be a shark." Ike says when he sees my look at Lucy. I laugh as I wipe her face.

"There is a week until the dance, but Lucy still hasn't had a birthday celebration." I say.

"Then let's go out and get her five things a three year old would like." Ike says, popping up from his chair.

"No, I mean she needs a bigger bed besides a crib." I say. "Then we can be ready if we have too." I say, slightly quieter. Ike nods his head.

"Well, can't we go buy her one?" he says. I sigh and give in.

"You would mess it up if you had to make one." I say smiling.

"Well then." He replies, he kisses me again and starts to clear the dishes from the table. In no time, Star is at our doorstep.

"Hype" she calls out, "Hurry up!" the familiar call, I think. Ike kisses me before I head out the door. We strike at the west side of the harbor first, we sell all of our papes in an hour, making a dollar solid; Star gives me fifty cents. We finally agree to blow it in the café. When we arrive, we sit down and Star explodes with happiness.

"Blink gave me a ribbon for the dance; I told him what color my dress was. He said I matched his good shirt." Star says. She goes on at this for at least an hour. I'm not really paying attention, to busy thinking about the dance.