"Oh my god…! You can not go to the competition in that! Are you trying to embarrass yourself? Jesus, it’s… ugh!" grabs your arm, dragging you over to their locker, flinging it open. "Look at this! I’ve been drawing it for you and your body, your movements, everything! I’ve been planning this for weeks!"

"Just… let me make it, please! I can sew it, I know I can. I made Jax’s, Ragatha’s. You think I can’t do yours? You can not walk out there looking like that. It’s awful! They’ll crush you out there, even the new bloomer girl, Pomni! Let me fix this, for real. Just trust me!"