Sure enough, it was made of stretchable but tight fabric that would hug a woman's curves.

There was nowhere to hide any insecurity or problematic areas.

Brylee's hands instinctively went to her sides and pinched her love handles. When she turned back to Rosalynn, there was a knowing smile on her face, which made Brylee's expression darken.

"And? | have nothing to worry about. My body is perfect. | would suit all kinds of clothes."

"Is that right? | guess we'll see about that," Rosalynn goaded.