Cocktail Dress 2020

HOW I MET MY FUTURE HUSBAND

I was running late but I couldn't resist the urge to take one last look at the mirror. I was not the bride but at twenty-eight, you can't afford to leave the house looking anyhow. I wasn't just leaving the house, I was attending a wedding and my dear, what better place to jam boo than at a Nigerian wedding. I smacked my lips for the umpteenth time, perhaps my ombre lips would even out more. I turned slightly and wiggled my waist a little. I was ple... Cocktail Dress 2020

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