Then she pulled off her shoes (her nice shoes!) and stuck her feet into high-heeled sandals, which made her glamorous, she felt, even if they were too big. “Look! I’m a star!” Ramona lifted her arms as if she were a dancer before she clonked across the room to look at herself in the mirror. “I’m gorgeous,” she announced, pretending she had long blond hair. “I’m beautiful. I’m me, gorgeous, beautiful me!” “I’m Miss America.” Daisy twirled around. “I’m so beautiful all the other girls in the competition went home.”
