General POV
Isabella walked into the reception; the dress she and Elaine shopped for earlier happened to be smaller than her usual size and hugged up her waist. She wore a light, breezy neon dress with a plunged cleavage that revealed too much. The gown hugged her thick thighs and round curves, the flared cut falling just below her ankles.
She sent a glance at her bosoms again and saw they were protruding a bit more than what was considered decent. She hugged the jacket she draped around herself to cover her sleeveless arms. What the hell was she thinking when she purchased this?
She sighed and decided it would be best if she just sat down till it was late enough to return to her hotel room. She settled on the barstool and struggled to make herself comfortable because of her dress. It r
