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“7:15. You missed supper, but Dom said they would get you food when you leave.” If I even eat at all… “I can’t believe I slept that long.” I watched as Brittany laid out four different dresses on the bed. They were all vastly different. My eyes was drawn to the black dress. It had a built-in choker of diamonds. The straps were also diamonds that lead to a deep V neckline. In the middle of the choker was a single string of diamonds that ran to the bottom of the V. It ended right below where my boobs should be. The whole thing was fitted but the left side had diamond straps starting from my hip to my mid thigh, exposing my whole left thigh. The back was completely open to my ass. Brittany watc

Today's the seventh day and I should be home by now but I had to accompany Jayden to his business party as I had already promised that. He had bought me a red dress saying it was the code of the day. I took my bath and dressed in the red dazzling red long gown which was designed with tiny diamond stones. It fitted perfectly on my skin, bringing out my shape It has a V-cut which showed a little of my boob and the body was tight till it got to my hips then widened to my legs. The back of the dress was open and has a strip which crossed the back.

"Shall we?" I nod, letting her go ahead. She eagerly reaches in and pulls out a stunning dark green dress. "Wow," she whispers, echoing my thoughts exactly. The dress is stunning—an A-line gown with spaghetti straps, its bodice adorned with sparkling rhinestones. It shimmers under the light, cascading down to the floor in a way that’s both elegant and enchanting. The dress has a daring side slit that promises to reveal just the right amount of leg with each step. It’s more of a prom dress than a party dress, but it’s undeniably beautiful.

It's an elegant sleeveless two tone halter neck, kneel length dress. I couldn't hide the smile on my face as I stepped into the dress. I don't usually repeat clothes but I am fucking happy to repeat this dress after nine months. "Wow, that dress is hot, I can't believe you got arrested in that." Ruth said and I turned around to see what she's wearing. It's actually weird to see her in anything other than her regular orange uniform.

The next few days were strange. We were tender with each other careful not to press too hard on the bruise forming between anticipation and loss. We talked about logistics. Dates. Time zones. We laughed more than necessary, like laughter could preemptively soften the ache. But underneath it all, something churned. One afternoon, I found myself staring at an old photo on my phone. Seventeen-year-old me. Seventeen-year-old her. Her arm slung around my shoulders. My smile reckless and unguarded. We looked like people who hadn’t learned yet how much loving could ask of you.

Chapter Eighty-Seven What. A. Dress. I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, turning slowly from side to side, watching the fabric of the dress catch the light. It was a deep red colour, fitted tight at the waist and flaring slightly at the hips. The neckline dipped lower than anything I'd ever worn, showing a lot of cleavage and the hem reached mid-thigh; much shorter than any dress I had ever been bold enough to buy. It was exactly the kind of dress that Allison would wear. Or Madison, or any of the other cheerleader girls in my school who'd spent so long telling me I was ugly, and that I could never be as pretty as they were.

Nothing more. That was all I saw as I looked in the mirror. My chest heaved in the tight fitting dress I wore– a full-length red sleeveless V-neckline dress with a gathered belted waistline and a leg slit–and my DD5 sized breast was spilled all over, standing high above my chest. It revealed more than just a cleavage because I could barely even fit into the dress I wore. At seventeen, I weighed more than every other average teenager in my school and my own pack as a whole.

As she closed the door behind her, she took a moment to breathe deeply, allowing herself a moment of solitude to collect her thoughts. Moving to her closet, Avery scanned the rows of clothing, searching for the perfect outfit for the occasion. After a moment of deliberation, she settled on a sleeveless mid-summer dress, its soft fabric adorned with delicate floral patterns that seemed to dance in the dim light of her room. Slipping out of her daytime attire, Avery let the dress cascade down her body, the fabric whispering against her skin as she adjusted the straps. She twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the way the dress hugged her curves, its vibrant colors accentuating her sun-kisse

It hugs your tits just right. Aurelia slipped into the red dress, the fabric whispering against her skin as it settled over her curves. It was sleeveless, with a deep V-neck that dipped low, and the hem skimmed her thighs, making her legs look miles long. She turned side to side, smoothing her hands over her hips, her blonde waves cascading down her back. At nineteen, her body was lithe yet full—pert breasts straining the material, ass rounding out perfectly. But doubt creased her brow. 'This feels too... exposed. What if Mom's friends are all classy and I'm the slutty bridesmaid?'

Look at those numbers go! 23 and 16. The dress Julian had chosen for dinner was a slip of midnight-blue silk that felt like a second skin. It was simple, elegant, and screamed "old money"—the exact opposite of the stained waitress uniform I had worn only forty-eight hours ago.