The butterflies in my stomach are at a fever pitch while I stand on the sidewalk of my dorm awaiting the Towncar I have been told will be picking me up. I had waited until the girls finished getting ready and heading out to their party before getting ready myself since I didn't want them to know where I was going and certainly didn't want to answer questions about it, or my outfit.
The dress hugs my body like a second skin and goes down to right above my knees, with a slit running up one side just high enough that you can just see the top of my thigh highs when I walk. The long sleeves go down to the wrist. It has a reasonable neckline but the back dips indecently low, cutting off right before the swell of my ass.
Since this outfit screams Genvieve, I decided not to fight it. I straightened my hair pin-straight, gave my face a light contour, put on the perfect cat eyeliner accented by some smoky details, and finished it off with a deep red lip making my pale skin shimmer.
