*Ophelia*
I’m stunned into silence. I’ve only seen her online and in gossip columns, but she’s undeniably picturesque in her long blue dress. Her long, blonde hair perfectly falls in waves down her back, and her pink nails match with her pale pink eyeshadow. The only contrast is the gold necklace wrapped around her neck. It’s a large C in what looks like real gold, and as she walks towards us, her gold heels peek out of her dress.
All of this is to say Asher’s ex-girlfriend is striking in person. She doesn’t compare to her pictures. She’s the whole package. Even her breasts and butt are huge, straining the fabric in the way I know many men ogle.
“Mac!” Courtney’s chipper voice comes across as sweet, unlike the voice I’d heard on the other end of Asher’s phone. She leans over, kissing him on each cheek. “Mwah! Oh, darling, it’s been ages!”
“Look at you in this dress! The definition of perfection.”