7. Dancing at home
The spirit did a twirl around her living room. Clara secretly loved to dance. It had always been a passion of hers, but she often kept it hidden, fearing others would laugh. She did a few more moves before stopping with wide eyes, seeing the little girl. “E-Emma…?”
Emma glanced to Clara, noticing her blushing. 'She rarely blushes…huh' Emma quickly turned back, pretending to be innocent. “Since the early 1900s?! Clara, we could both wear dresses if you want! No need to be shy!”“W-well, yes…” She smiles. It had been so long since she had worn a dress. “That sounds like a good idea. I’m sure I have one I could sew up like new for you, Emma.” She smiles sweetly.
Emma giggled. “Okay then! Thanks!”
"Oh, Clara? We still need to pass the other invitations right?"