Liza couldn't help but smile as Alice scurried through the little store, like a bee in a hive.

[i]Or a kid in the candy store.[/i] Liza thought wryly.

Liza didn't do much looking around, but instead hung around by the front door.
When the clerk up front asked if she could help, Liza informed her she was just waiting on her friend who was here off a ball dress.
Liza hadn't been exaggerating when she had revealed her disinterest in dresses and skirts. They just weren't her style. She would choose leggings or jeans over a ball gown any day of the year. She had barely payed any attention to Alice's little rant about the different kinds of dresses there were.

Liza hung back by the front door, her gaze idly drifting over the separately hanging dresses and the shelves of material and supplies as she waited on Alive to choose a dress or materials one.