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I’m just gonna say it: I never wanted a big poofy ballgown. The thought of hauling thirty pounds of tulle around downtown Richmond? No thanks. So when I found this little lace midi number—cropped sleeves, scalloped hem, hits right at my calves—I knew it was the one. And honestly? It was even better in person. The color is this warm apricot-cream, not ivory at all, which I’d been hunting for forever because plain white just…

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