We arrived there at seven in the night.
We had a light dinner.
When it was eight, we began to dress up. Unfortunately, the dress I picked wasn't my size.
Oh f**k! What am I going to do? I put it on but my curves almost ripped the threads out of their position.
My hips kept pushing up the skirt and the petal skirt didn't even cover my buttocks well. Still showing my ass cheek.
I can't possibly wear this. No way!
When Judith brought out her dress, it was the same on her too but hers was a little different. It was a black, spaghetti-strap gown and hers was a little larger. Then she asked if we could swap. Fortunately, she wore mine, it was exactly her size. If fit her. Then I put hers on.
I was thankful it was elastic and it fits me so well. The problem I had was that it revealed m
