I don’t care whether you’re team Conrad, team Jeremiah, or team Belly-needs-to-stop-toggling-between-two-brothers-and-go-to-Paris, you have to admit the wardrobe department stepped it up for the third (and final!) season of The Summer I Turned Pretty. And while there are a lot of covetable looks in just the first two episodes alone, I haven’t stopped thinking about Belly’s baby blue floral dress since she wore it to (spoiler! alert!!!) slap Jere in the face <3>
After a little internet sleuthing (read: an intensive two-minute Google search), I found this now-sold out Reformation dress that I’m 99.9% sure is the exact one from the show, which tracks considering the entire season thus far has felt like a love letter to the brand. Eagled-eyed fans seem to agree. The bad news? It’s sold out. The good news? Its out-of-stock status just saved me $205. I added this $42 Amazon lookalike to my online cart instead.
The baby blue floral style has the same charming and whimsical feel with a corset-like silhouette that will emphasize your waist and a stretchy smocked back that keeps it comfy. The tie straps allow you to easily customize the fit and add a fun and flirty flair, while the length is just right—”not too short or awkwardly long,” one shopper says.
“The quality is actually surprisingly good … It’s not see-through either. Would recommend,” another customer raves, while a third adds that they “love the fabric, color, and print” and how the strap “strings can be altered to your liking.”
Pair the dress with Belly’s Castañer Espadrille Wedges, or grab this $30 version that has thousands of shoppers in a chokehold—they called them “incredibly comfortable” and the “perfect height”—to really complete the look.
So while, personally, I might not be embroiled in a messy love triangle with two brothers, at least I’ll look the part of someone who could be—without, ya know, the actual drama and chaos.
Megan Schaltegger is an NYC-based writer. She loves strong coffee, eating her way through the Manhattan food scene, and her dog, Murray. She promises not to talk about herself in third person IRL.
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