Toxic Paradise
It accentuated my chest without going overboard, and it was just cheeky enough to be tasteful, not slutty.
I put on a pair of light-wash jean shorts, sandals, and finally my "ST REID" pink shirt. The shirt was cute, but Ryan definitely overestimated my size. It hung down past my shorts, making it appear as though I wasn't wearing pants at all. I bunched the extra fabric into my hands, tying a knot in the front to make it the appropriate height. When I was satisfied, I gave my curls a quick scrunch, applied some coconut flavored chapstick, and popped on my sunhat before heading into the kitchen to join Ryan.
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