“Maybe I’d rather have a savings account.”

Still, the clothes were tempting. She wandered over to the sale rack and found several dresses that called to her. She picked three and went back to the dressing room. Lissa went into the one next door and they took turns modeling their outfits.

Lissa came out in a plain white sheath dress. The color contrasted with her tanned skin and dark hair, and showed off her perfect body without revealing anything.

“Wow,” Ellen said. “Just wow. You look incredible. I’m torn. The girl side of me says to go for it. The parent side of me says your dad will lock you in your room.”

Lissa laughed. “I know. It’s a total win.” She pointed to Ellen’s dress. “You look amazing, too. That’s the best one of the three.”

The dress was lined black lace and sleeveless. The deep V dipped lower than she was comfortable with, but still worked with her bra. The fit and flare style flattered, although she was a little nervous about the skirt ending several inches above her knee.

“I don’t know,” she said, glancing at herself in the mirror. “There’s a lot of cleavage.”

“Duh. That’s the point.” Lissa’s expression turned impish. “Make sure you wear a thong so if you twirl, everyone gets a show.”

“Lissa!”

The teen giggled.

“A thong. As if.” She didn’t own any thongs. Just her regular bikini panties.

A saleswoman stopped by and smiled. “You both look fabulous.” She held out a black push-up bra. “I took a chance and guessed you’re a thirty-four C.”

Ellen took the undergarments. “I am.”

“Then see what the right foundations can do.” The woman left.

Ellen looked at Lissa. “I can’t wear a push-up bra.”

Lissa pointed to the dressing room. “You have to try it on. Just to see.”

Ellen retreated to her dressing room where she took off the dress and put on the bra. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt her jaw drop. Holy crap—where had those come from? Her breasts were high and full and even she was impressed. She slid the dress over her head and zipped it, then returned her attention to the mirror.

“I don’t think I can go outside like this,” she admitted.

Lissa opened the door and started to laugh. “You have to buy that, Ellen. You really do.”

“No one needs to see this much breast.”

“You’re not showing anything you shouldn’t. Be brave. Go for it.”

Modesty battled with the reality of how sexy she looked. In the end, she took the bra and the dress and even a black thong. Then, because she didn’t have any shoes to wear with the dress, they had to go find a pair of strappy sandals and a little evening clutch.

They met Keith as they returned to the hotel. He glanced at the shopping bags they both carried.

“Should I be worried?” he asked, hugging his daughter. “Is my credit card crying?”