Monday, December 8th, dressing room at Channel 5th avenue

So, in accordance to our little plan, grand-mere DID bring me shopping today, not that I'm very exited but, whatever. No algebra! Yay! Here's the story about how she became my heroine. After the ladies at Channel patronized us about how hard it would be to find a dress with such a long hemline and petite bust line in such short notice, even though you are royalty, grand-mere just shoved her visa platinum in their faces. Go grandma! That shut them right up. Not that it helped me very much. They brought out a rack of dresses but, hate to admit this, they weren't lying after all. NONE of them fit! Not a single one! Maybe money isn't the answer to any problem after all. Here I am, with yet another dress, this one I don't even have to try on to know it won't fit because:

a) Aqua green does NOT match blond hair very well.
b) The cut practically touches my navel with nothing to show in between.
c) It has lace around the sleeves. One word. T-A-C-K-Y.

What should I do now? Go to the ball naked?