Delaney Carson is currently one of the most famous singers globally to date.
She first rose to prominence when she was only ten years old singing covers on YouTube.
At the peak of her YouTube rise she was discovered by a talent scout who recommended...
It rained so much here last night yet it looks like it didn't rain at all!! •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
"How do I look?" I ask as I exit my closet and enter my bedroom where Hunter is currently laying in my bed
I have spent the last two hours getting ready for my date with Wesley.
I was originally planning on rebelling and wearing normal clothes to this bogus date with Wesley.
Eventually I rethought that decision when I remembered that there are going to be paparazzi following me.
I spent an hour alone mentally fighting with myself on whether I want to show some skin or not.
My instinct says 'definitely not', but my head says 'fuck it'.
I have not showed skin in quite literally years.
All because of a comment my own manager made about my body.
As the days go on I realize that most of what she says is quite literally complete bullshit.
I made the last minute decision to wear a designer dress that was gifted to me when I did a campaign for their brand.
The dress is on the longer side, ending around my ankles. It has a rather large slit that exposes a significant amount of my thigh area. To combat this I used a thigh chain to accessorize this area.
Due to the dress being a size smaller than I am it forces my breasts to touch, the dress as a whole being held up by two thin straps on my shoulders.
As for my hair I just parted it a bit to the side and brushed out most of the curls that were left in it.
Finally I finished my look off with a pair of matching red heels.
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Hunter turns away from her cellphone to face me.
I try my best not to laugh as her jaw drops, her eyes trailing over my figure.
"Beautiful" she ends up admitting
I smile at her compliment.
I make my way over towards my mirror and begin to apply a red lipstick.
"Hey, where are you going anyway?" I hear the curiosity in her tone of voice
I can tell that she is trying to be nonchalant about this but she is not doing the best job at it.
"I have a date with Wesley," I reveal to her
I can feel the energy in the room shift after I tell her this.
I avoid her eye contact as I put my lipstick away, inevitably giving in a few seconds later and turning to face her.
I can feel my heart physically drop in my chest as I recognize the hurt on her face.
