"This is not going to work."
The blonde wardrobe lady who's been hired to specially take care of my dressing looked from the skimpy lace bra she's holding to my face, and back to the bra. She laughs.
"Come on. You haven't even tried it on yet."
"I know what I'm saying," I persist. I'm a busty girl, always have been.
She exhales, dropping the bra on the chair and coming over to place her hands on my shoulders. "Trust me on this. It would fit, okay? Is this your first time doing this?"
I shook my head. Is she being serious right now?
"No."
"Then relax and let me do my job."
I keep shut after that, and she pulls the bra on. Not up to thirty seconds later, one of the seams started to tear.
I bite back a smile as she comes over again, livid as f**k. I don't get what her deal is, so I j
