If she’d just left this alone as a dress, I’d be fine. The world doesn’t embrace paisley enough.

But the matching pants are a sheath too far. Suddenly it goes from being an unusual pattern, to looking like the artsy flames of hell are licking up at her form as payback for a\influcting upon us the pestilence of a hundred sparkly, feathery Drunk Vegas Mermaid gowns. You’d think the devil would appreciate those old evils; maybe he was just expecting a cut.

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