Gold fabric catching the light from every angle would now come to rest upon my silhouette as I stood before the mirror to admire its placement. It seemed almost tailored to my body from the curve of its spaghetti straps to the skin tight fabric that was reflective in similarity to a disco ball, that ended in a slit directly below my thigh that extended in length to the floor. But there was something oddly sensual about the classy nature of this dress as he could have chosen anything to dress me in and despite the plunging line descending my leg-which was actually freeing somehow, it was elegant and conservative. I adored it. And I hated that I adored it…
Finalizing my look with vintage curls pulled behind my ear with diamond barrets and the extent of a smoky eye allowed by the assistance
