So Jane took me under her wing, convincing me to join the gaggle of
gorgeously dressed girls (despite my cutoff jean shorts and well - worn slightly ratty hoodie) boarding a shuttle to traverse across town for a party by reassuring me they'd serve lots of snacks and savory dishes for my growling stomach.
Not exact matches
I traveled to my village,
dressing gorgeously and flaunting money to young
girls.
It was a slightly breezy but
gorgeously sunny day this past Saturday, so I threw on the
dress and went out to do a bit of frolicking in the fields because that country
girl mentality dies hard, y ’ all.