Kelsea Anderson embodied perfection in that moment. Her body looked exquisite, like a provocative sweet, with no imperfections in it. Furthermore, the dress she was wearing helped a lot, as it made everything about her stand out, from her white legs to her thighs. The fine, transparent fabric allowed it, and her bust was like two round, juicy melons that stood out above the crowd. She walked with elegance, causing everyone to turn and look at her, including the paparazzi and her entire family, the same family that always despised her. They looked at her with curiosity, nervousness, and, above all, surprise.
"Good evening," she said as she arrived in the middle of the garden.
Her face was held high. She looked at everyone as if they were insects compared to her. And her cheeks were so smo
