From her black, knee-high heels to her short, plum pink dress to her perfectly curled blonde hair, she screamed two things.
Barbie doll and perfection.
Her boobs looked like mountains and were just as immovable. They didn't even shake a bit when she ran over to Dylan and attached herself to his arm. Slightly peeking at her cleavage, I couldn't help but wonder if her boobs were made of ceramic or maybe porcelain.
She was a bit on the pale and shiny side.
We were supposed to be identical twins but we looked totally different. Her surgeon must be very skilled and insanely talented to pull something like that off.
Dylan shrugged her off his arm, "I'd appreciate if you don't touch me. I'm against hitting women."
She attempted a pout on her stiff, tight face and whined, "Dylan~ I've apologized like a billion times, can't you just forgive me already? It's been five years."