The maxi dress is the big winner.
That's pretty obvious because there's no way in hell my mum would ever let me wear the short velvet dress. According to her, it was too 'revealing' and not 'appropriate' for the dance. I would have gone for it anyway because it's super comfortable, but the choice has been made.
Here I am, in a striped black and orange maxi dress that sweeps the floor like a witches broom standing in front of my mirror. It doesn't look bad though, dear I say, I actually look really pretty. The V-neck line plunges a little bit, but it doesn't show a lot of skin to the point that mum overreacts. The dress cinches my waist from the top and then flows like an ocean at the bottom.
Dianne deserves a raise.
