She puts something together from Traci's existing wardrobe.

Kelly got a mischievous gleam in her eye, but it quickly faded. “Hmm, you’re probably not quite ready to wear that sexy little number we picked up for you at the mall today…”

“Definitely not!”

“OK, don’t freak out,” Kelly said with a dismissive wave of her hand before turning her attention to Traci’s closet. “Let’s see what I have to work with here.”

Relief flooded through Traci. Just the mere thought of wearing that “outfit” in public was enough to nearly send her spiraling into an anxiety attack.

Kelly rummaged around for a bit, then picked out some very sensible clothes. “Here,” she said, handing over a modest knee length navy blue dress. “It’s a little junior-prommy if you ask me, but should be fine for a night out at a ‘nice’ restaurant.”