In Amber's humble opinion, she looked extremely cute today. She was wearing the very same pastel yellow sundress her bestie had picked out for her and had her hair in a very cute half-up, half-down style. She should have been having more fun - maybe finding a cute guy to win her a stuffed animal. Instead, she was currently staring wistfully up at the Ferris wheel as it made its rounds. She let out a dramatic sigh, throwing some more cotton candy into her mouth. "Ferris wheels are, like, so ruined for me now," she lamented. "Now they just make me feel sad and super single. Like, don't get me wrong, they're already inherently romantic, but being a girl that's actually gotten to experience a kiss at the top of one before? So much worse."
Julia had been making a slow lap around the carnival, more interested in fried food and seeing who was around than trying to cram as many rides and games into one afternoon as possible. Spotting her sister nearby, she was about to speak up and say hello, but Amber beat her to the punch without even realizing she was there. Julia blinked once, eyebrows raised as she looked at her sister. “Hold on,” she interrupted, one hand on her hip. “When exactly did you kiss a guy at the top of a Ferris wheel?”















