I tried to smile. « Is it close? »
She walked in and stopped.
Ava touched one sleeve with two fingers. « It’s exactly like I imagined. »
« Good, » I said. « Because I’m never eating takeout again. »
Her eyes filled. « How did you pay for this? »
« With money. »
« Mom. »
« Ava. »
« How did you pay for this?*
She looked at me like she wanted to argue, but the dress stole the words out of her mouth.