Melissa pretended to sift through a few dresses.  She hadn't really thought about the dance as she hadn't intended to go.  however, she knew that Emma would want too, and that eventually she'd have to pick something.  She watches her step mother poke around at some tiny swimsuits.  Almost glad for the distraction from thoughts about the dance and dresses, she idles over to where Diane is calling her.<br/>"Hmm? Yeah I guess, though Emma would proably be the one to ask about swimsuits."<br/>