Emma has been keeping her distance since the night everything happened. Dario has been acting really weird too.
That night was a mistake and never too repeat itself again. I held the vintage dress in my hand; Dario sent it for a dinner he wanted us to go to. Today I was going to tell him about my feelings for Ryle—it was something that wouldn't last. I needed to tell him, to get it off my chest.
The dress was beautiful on me, the hours spent in the salon was damn useful because my hair needed a little touch.
I pour my hair down, covering a layer of exposed skin. My breasts fit perfectly into the dress—as a girl with a size 42—it was really hard to be exposed. My ass looked nice and tight in this dress; the length a little above my knee.
I looked beautiful tonight. I'm not to be dist
