Bree’s POV
Royal Wedding Gala
I look… hold on.
My mouth parts at my own reflection. I'm unable to take my eyes away from the mirror as I stutter at the sight before me. I'm like a literal queen, no disrespect to Princess Madison.
Remember that dangerously sexy rose-pink silky dress Ella picked? Right! That one!
I chose it as my first dress for the party because it’s nothing close to simple, maybe quite modest, but if I dare to part my legs through the dramatic and give them something to talk about, then it’s nothing near modesty.
“Oh, my god.” I run my hands all over my body, loving the way my fingers trace down my frame in an hourglass shape.
The bodice has criss-crossed satin bands that wrap over the bust, pushing out my big breasts so that they’re almost teasing my collarbon
