
Shirt, Levi’s (thrifted). Tee, Fifth Sun. Skirt, Forever 21. Leggings, Amour. Boots, Steve Madden. Sunglasses, Target. Earrings, Epcot Mexico. Bag, Nine West.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if Beefy had prepared me. I would have come dressed in my ballgown, crown, and fake eyelashes. Instead, I looked like a commoner among the glamorous princesses. I hate underdressing.



I started the day with a villain. There’s nothing like a Maleficent caramel apple for breakfast. Much better than lunch with princesses.

1 comment:
What a faux paux being underdressed to meet royalty! Was the food good at least?
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