[CAMI]
The dress fits like a f*****g dream.
Figures.
It clings to me like silk was invented just to wrap around my body. Heart-shaped neckline that does all kinds of wicked things to my chest, the fabric hugging my hips like it knows how to sin. I stare at myself in the mirror and blink once. Twice.
I look… insane.
Insanely beautiful.
I’m not humble about it. Never have been. I’ve never pretended to be the kind of girl who calls herself ugly just to hear someone argue otherwise. I know what I look like.
I know men would sell their souls and maybe a kidney just to touch skin like mine. It’s pale—like, I burn in five minutes pale—and kind of glowy under the lights in that “is she an angel or a corpse?” way. My hair’s this silvery blonde that falls in waves like I actually drink water
