To say the dress looked amazing on me would be an understatement. I fucking rocked this damn dress, and I knew it. “Damn… I look sexy as fuck.”
The high slits on the side of the navy blue dress did wonders for my legs, and the way the bust perked up my boobs made them look like I had a five-thousand dollar boob job which made me smile. Even with me being young, my boobs didn’t honestly sit perky like most would think. I was heavy-chested, and these girls—though they sat nicely—weren’t porn star tits.
Turning from side to side in the mirror, I smiled at my reflection. “What do you think?”
Ansley stood beside me, quiet as always, her eyes gazing over my figure before a smile played across her lips, and she shrugged her shoulders. “I think it looks like perfection. You definitely fit in with the royals around here.”
