Margo’d react to that in a second, when she was done focusing.

“This is gonna wear off by tomorrow morning, ‘kay?” she said, and drew her hands down, tracing the contours of Annie’s dress in the air.

Actual golden sparkles formed around the edges of the fabric, the hem of her skirt and the curve of her dress, not unlike the fireflies in the air but smaller. The sparkly things almost seemed to dance a little bit.