Robert hesitantly leans forward. Summoning all the long dormant faith and hope and love inside him, he tenderly, gently, presses his lips to Giselle’s. Almost instantly, the flush of life rushes back to her cheeks. Slowly, Giselle opens her eyes, and looks up at the face of the one man who adores her more than any other. Her one true love.
“We made her dress out of silver lamé and iridescent rainbow paper, overlaid with lace and jewels on the bodice,” recalls Ellis Flyte. “We had costume breakdowns and a color chart on every character, and in this scene, her silver and mint color pallet set her apart from the others in the ballroom. Lovely young Jennifer suddenly was a beautiful princess. Her hair was dressed with jeweled glue particles. It all took a great deal of work, but she did look otherworldly!”
“Oh, that enormous hair!” Connelly gasps today. “Who can forget that?” The hairdressers opted not to give her an elegant updo; instead they wove delicate tendrils of silver through her dark hair, like enchanted spiderwebs. She looked older and more mature that a fourteen-year-old–yet younger and far more innocent that the other guests at the ball. “It was such a nice change from the blue jeans that I wore in almost every other scene,” she says. “It was really fun at the time. I’d never had an experience like that before, where I’d been dressed like that. It was kind of magical.”
