I was dressed in my Sunday shoes, pressed dungarees and brand new flannel shirt. In that look she gave me, the first time ever she looked, she seemed to recognize the introductory few moments of her oldest recurrent nightmare. She knew she was fated to lay that big blonde head on this ...
Natuurlijk weten ELLE's moderedacteuren als geen ander wat de go-to plek is voor dat perfecte, crispy witte T-shirt.