Voila Dress

Yes, I look like golden hour bottled up. Soft butter yellow, cutouts in all the right places, and just enough shine to make strangers stop mid-sentence. I don’t chase the sun — I am the sun. Pair me with:Bare skin still warm from the beach, glossy lips, and sandals you’ll ditch as soon as the music starts. Gold hoops are welcome, but honestly? I don’t need help. How I FitSwim-top bodice up top, silky slip drape down below. I hug and fall at the same time, catching the breeze like it’s part of the outfit. I’m light, I’m easy, and I don’t overthink things — because when you look this good, why would you?