Wearing a sexy lace dress on vacation in Miami, let me take down the Forbes list of rich people!

The sunshine on Miami's South Beach is like molten gold pouring down. I step barefoot on the warm sand, and every step brings the coolness of the waves kissing my ankles. The sea breeze, with its salty vitality, boldly lifts my skirt - the black sexy lace dress that I spent a lot of effort to find is swaying with my steps: the delicate crochet flowers are looming in the sun to outline the figure, and the skirt is boldly slit, allowing the sun to kiss the skin of my legs. This outfit is my declaration to this city of desire, and it is also the first self-confidence trap I quietly laid.

At that time, I caught a glimpse of this sexy lace skirt in the window of Fifth Avenue in New York, and it was like a fateful call. The close-fitting cut is like a second layer of skin, the lace pattern is intertwined with mystery and boldness, and the number on the price tag is breathtaking - but it is worth it for a gamble.

As I was gazing at the dazzling light at the junction of the sea and the sky, a deep male voice sounded beside me: "This skirt... is like it was born for the Miami sunshine." Turning around, a man in a sophisticated linen shirt stood not far away, with a smile that showed a kind of calmness that showed insight into the world. He was the familiar name on the Forbes list, James Russell. His frank appreciation was not at all intimate, but instead carried a pure and mature admiration for beauty: "It's rare to see someone wear a sexy lace skirt so... full of power, not only attractive, but also like a silent declaration."

A few days later in the evening, the cocktail party on his private yacht was full of brilliance. I chose the black battle robe again - a sexy lace skirt, paired with simple and dazzling diamond earrings. This time, it is no longer just a stunning appearance on the beach, but also a pass and armor to enter the celebrity feast. When James raised his glass to me through the well-dressed crowd.