Sure enough, the glitter glue was spreading like a sparkly disease. People were starting to freeze mid-duck-face.
The dress code was “Storybook Chic.” In regular girl language, that means “beautiful ballgown made of starlight and unicorn tears.” In my language, it means “what can I glue together before my mom finds out I raided her craft closet?” dork diaries once upon a dork
She vanished.