That evening
"That evening, Prue came down the stairs in her classic red dress. Piper and Phoebe looked up, both surprised.“Where are you going? A witch’s ball?” Piper teased.
Prue smiled, but her eyes were still a little hesitant. “No… I just wanted to remember what it was like to be myself. Not a witch, not a guardian… just a normal girl who wanted to have dinner with a nice man.”
Phoebe stepped forward, fixing her hair. “You’re always yourself, with or without magic. But… you’re really dangerous in a red dress.”
The three of them laughed. In a few seconds, the Halliwell house was no longer a bastion against evil, but a place where three young women lived, dreamed, and found themselves."

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