Roxy
Dresses.
Growing up, I was never a fan of the wretched things. I was more of a sweats and leggings kind of girl. I still am, actually. But I had to admit, this dress was to die for.
I would live in it forever.
Well, maybe not forever, but let’s just say I had no problem wearing this dress.
My wedding dress.
A beautiful dress for a beautiful day. It was everything every girl dreamt of.
Elegant lace ran from my wrists up to my shoulders, cutting down to connect with the fitted sweetheart bodice. The thick fabric hugged my body, showing every dip and curve I never knew I had. It spilled out just above my knees, giving it that perfect mermaid guise, and the six-foot trail behind me added the touch I needed.
My hair was pulled back into a Greek goddess updo, with a few curls left t
