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The salon had, at rough count, three thousand gowns in the back I could eli with toostrapless-I&039;d freezetrain-I&039;d trip and y gown that flared out from the knees

And none of that new slutty style, either-the kind that looked like a traditional dress from the back, but from the front the skirt split just below crotch level and showed s weren&039;t fabulous But this was a weddingso for a nice, creamy ivory Pure white was too harsh with my undead complexion Even off-white was a little too , and Jeannie paced around the back like a caged cat I would occasionally ee for a thu up fro

"Doesn&039;t suit you," Jeannie said when I eain"Nope"

"Too billowy"

And again "Your tits are just about popping out Now, if that&039;s the look you&039;re going for"

And again "You&039;re lost in all those ruffles"

"Buried," Lara agreed

"What about some color?" Jeannie asked Her voice was muffled, as she was pretty far in the back

"No, I want traditional, yet fabulous"

"I don&039;t ed holding a crea-yet-not-slutty bodice, cap sleeves, an A-line style with a siht to the floor Small red silk stars and floere embroidered all over the skirt and bodice

I stared Lara stared Then Jeannie looked at the price tag and stared "Fuck a duck," she said "Never mind"

"Hold it!"

And that&039;s how the alpha feown