Welcome to When Pretty Young Girls Completely Violate The Sacred Covenant Of Having Breasts, Part Infinity.
The dress, in what we suspect and hope is a terrible optical illusion, totally malforms her chest. It's all droop and little delight, a lopsided mess bursting against the ill-firting seams of the bodice. Please, somebody, get up under there and push them back up (after getting her permission, of course, or else she'll sue your ass before you can say "human brassiere"; she's not a lawyer, but she played one on TV) before the wind changes and they stay that way. Where is her mother at a time like this?
