Well, the best thing I can say about this is that Olivia’s hair is very shiny. Whatever her deep conditioner is, it’s worth every dollar. The dress, though, is just another one of those stretchy skintight Show Us Your Slip contraptions that cease to have any personality after, oh, the first ten of them. And the longer I look at it, the more I see two little paws shooting up from her waistband to fondle her boobs, which… I guess at this cancer fundraising event, we could call that Awareness of the Need for a Self-Exam. (Which, no joke, is real: Get your mammograms and/or check your chests, ladies AND gents. Breast cancer isn’t here to play, and it can get its wicked talons on anyone. Know thy bosoms.)
You can at least say this next outfit has a personality…
But I’m not sure what it IS, beyond bombastic and faintly medieval, like she’s hoping Bud Light Knight needs an erotically evil sister-in-law to slink around the castle cooing “Dilly dilly” into dark stone corners.
Also, it’s pants, right? Or is this just a trick angle? It’s hideous and unflattering any which way you slice it, whether it’s a short slit or a seam clean up the middle.