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Little peek at the vintage wardrobe form yesterday's shoot...

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Georgia said…
Looks amazing that dress- love it! xxx
Thank you so much!!! xoxo
Alex said…
So pretty, baby!
Awww, sweet boyfriend.
This is beautiful! Love the detailing..can´t wait to see the pictures.

hugs
Andy
The Black Label
el_martina said…
I love to see more pictures!
Natalie Suarez said…
AMAZING!! love it :)
xx

natalieoffduty.blogspot.com
wonderul. amazing dress.
kisses
maren anita

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Heaven said…
Cute! ;)

I invite you to
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Andrea Antoniou said…
ohh that dress is just beautiful, your blog looks lovely by the ways, keep up the good work, ill be visiting again very soon hehe :)

ENTER MY 'A QUESTION OF' T-SHIRT GIVEAWAY,
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