¡Keira!
Además: She owned only one outfit that she genuinely liked, and that was the one she should wear. She let the pink dress fall on top of the black and, stepping contemptuously through the pile, reached for the gown, her green backless post-finals gown. As she pulled it on she approved of the firm caress of the bias cut through the silk of her petticoat, and she felt sleekly impregnable, slippery and secure; it was a mermaid who rose to meet her in her own full-lenght mirror.
También: How could he forget that green dress, how it clung to the curve of her hips and hampered her running and showed the beauty of her shoulders. Whither than the mist.
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Sabiduría Absoluta, y estética!
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