First, my sister is better at pretty much any physical sport than I am. And dude, I’m kind of good. Soccer? She’s better. Snowboarding? She’s better. Water skiing? I go to our family’s beach house way more than her but nope—she’s still better. Second, you better not think about picking your nose in front of her or she will write you off for life. I’m serious, there are no second chances here. Third, if you invite her to your wedding or any similar event that involves dancing she will 150% whip out the worm. Yes, she will be wearing a dress. YOLO. Fourth, she will mob you in Mario Brothers 3 like you just got slapped in the face. Like I mentioned with the sports, I was pretty good at this shit too since we spent a good 5 years of our childhood playing this game on repeat, but still, I never got as good as her. I don’t think I beat her one time. Bitch. Fifth, She’s a super smart finance chick who could invest your cash like it ain't no thang, but she probably couldn’t drive you to the airport because she would get lost and wind up in your neighboring state. Lastly, Chase hasn't always been the biggest fan of change. When we were younger she said she would never give up her last name if she got married, yet she came home from college with a soul mate repping the last name of Franson. Chase Francis is now Chase Franson. Can it get more meant to be than that? I think not.
What was also meant to be was this Jenny Packham wedding dress on Chase's adorably bangin bod. I pretty much hate all wedding dresses since they all look the same these days--poofy, strapless, don't care. But this puppy is like no other and Chase rocked it like she was on the cover of Vogue. It is also apparently very well made because it endured the worm like it was no big deal. Peep that ish:
Jenny Packham dress
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