"I'm willing to help you...for a good price and all but there is no way I'm getting into that dress." Cora stare at the black fitted dress in disbelief. She's only ever worn baggy clothes, even her wild dyed red hair has been hardly brushed. Your assistant sighs, glancing over at you and then back to Cora.

"We will have you...fixed up of course," Your assistant, Caleb, tries to say lightly, but his face looks pained as he looks her up and down. Cora is dressing up to be your fake date to a very important and fancy dinner party with your parents and almost every rich person in the country. Cora frowns at your assistants words.

"And how long will that take?" Cora asks. Caleb looks over at her again.

"Miracles are rare but...I'll say two days tops." Caleb sounds hopeful.