"Tasha," Michael muttered, his gaze bore deep to her: from the light make-up down to her fantastic dress. "That dress…"
"What? It's like any party, right?" She slid down the pink lace shoulder straps to a near-sagging nuance. From the chest accentuated the ombre skirt of hot pink to a lighter shade. A bodice corset accentuated her voluptuous curves—plain lace and tulle—separated by a belt. Hips down had rose prints draping a tad above her knees.
"Sister, you need to tighten up that fantastic white belt." Lucy drew close as she tip-toed upon reaching the belt.
"This is alright—If you make it too—I can't breathe well—Ack!"
Anasthasia moaned; bit her lip as the little girl further tightened the belt.
"Lucy, Ana is about to pass out without even going to the event," Liam mumbled out of concern.
"I'm trying—Seriously, why is sister Ana wearing these glossy stiletto heels!"
