“Oh, Mint, Meelah is a genius!” Tange sang. “These outfits she made for us are gorgeous!” she added, spinning about in a flowing azure gown tailored specifically to her form.

“They’re very nice and not too frilly, too!” Candy agreed, adjusting the top on her crimson bustier pant ensemble. “I feel more like a girl, but I still feel like me, too.”

“Candy, you are a girl.” Tange pointed out.

“Yeah, but I’m not a girly girl.” she clarified.

“Either way, you look amazing. The shape and color really suit you. Somehow…you look even more like your mother right now.”

A small gasped left the young tomboy at the mention of her resemblance to her mother who had long since passed. She never had the chance to know the woman who had given her life and only knew of her now through the passage of shared memories amongst her father and brothers and from the many pictures of the deceased beauty that adorned the home she shared with them. From the photographs within the house, she could plainly see that she shared her mother’s features, most notably her pink coat and hair, but in grace and form, she was nothing like the elegant creature she saw staring back at her from the captured expanse of a photograph. To be told that in the moment, she looked even more like her, was nothing short of an honor.

“Thank you.” Candy all but whispered. “That…really means a lot to me.”

“I know it does.” Tange replied, gently as she cleared the distance between them. “Because, you’re my best friend.” she added, pressing her head against the other’s, affectionately.

“And we couldn’t be happier that you two found each other.” a voice said from below the stage.

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