Novel & Cerita Aerith Dress Options

"But if none of these speak to you, we can look at other options. The most important thing is that you feel confident and beautiful." Aria's eyes traveled over the dresses.....each one more stunning than the last. Deep jewel tones, classic silhouettes, luxurious fabrics. And then she saw it. A dress in midnight blue....so dark it was almost black....with a fitted bodice and a flowing skirt that would hit just below the knee. The neckline was elegant without being too revealing, and the back had a subtle cutout that was sophisticated rather than sexy. "That one," she breathed. "Can I try that one?"

The only reason I knew they were stiletto's was because I had gotten her at least a dozen of them. I sucked in an even bigger breath when she was fully out of the car. Athena wore an off the shoulder, dusty blue mermaid dress. It had a high slit and it pushed her breast up just enough. Again, the only reason I can describe this dress is because she has thousands of them in the closet.

Ares himself suggested going there. I pushed Ares's wheelchair while our eyes were busy searching for comfortable clothing for me. But most of the styles here were similar. Mostly just t-shirts and shorts. Occasionally, there were dresses and house dresses hanging, so it seemed like I didn't have a choice but to wear something like that. "You bought a lot of shorts and t-shirts. Don't you want a dress?" Ares asked with boredom, raising his eyebrow at me. "Well, dresses ain't for a person like me," I stated, and he raised his eyebrow even more.

Chapter 9: Is It Hot In Here Or Is It Just Me? "Hi Gigi, come in if you want, I was about to leave" Liz casually opened the door to invite her in. She looked especially hot that night and Gigi stood where she was completely breathless. Liz was wearing a really short lilac dress and her usual Dr. Martens. Hot, hot, hot. Even though Gigi was shaken by seeing Liz again so soon, she decided to come in, she couldn't run away from her, not even in those little situations, Liz was just so magnetic.

“I will walk behind you. I will fix your dress, prepare your hair, remind you to breathe. You will not face them alone.” My throat tightened painfully. “Thank you, Aria,” I whispered. She stood, wiping invisible dust from her apron. “Now,” she said firmly, “choose a dress. We must prepare early.” I looked at the options laid across the bed. A deep blue gown with a slit at the side. A soft cream dress with long sleeves. A black gown with silver embroidery near the waist. Aria raised a brow. “The blue one will bring out your eyes.” I reached toward it slowly. The fabric was soft under my fingers. The kind of softness I never believed I would wear.

I told them and they nodded while I began to choose some outfits for them. At 7:30, they both got dressed and looked gorgeous. Aria wore a beautiful a – line, knee length dress with sky blue sequence all over it and a crew neck line which looked lovely on her. Melissa was not ready to wear a dress, so for her we chose skinny blue jeans and a silk halter neck top which was royal blue in color. They were all set to go. “Are you sure, you are not coming?” Melissa asked me as we climbed down the stairs.

There are dresses hanging from my closet door like ghosts I haven’t made peace with yet. Deep red. Forest green. Black. The silver one, Atlas's favorite option for me, the note attached to it said so. Thalia brought them yesterday with an expression that said try them on, or I’ll do it for you. I told her I’d look at them “later,” and now later has turned into staring at them while sitting cross-legged on my bed in the same hoodie I’ve worn three days in a row.

“Believe me, I could use your help. Everything here looks so good, I'm spoilt for choice.” He laughed. “Alright, show me the options.” One by one, I held the gowns up to the camera. A deep sapphire dress with a plunging neckline. A sleek black one with a thigh-high slit. A red velvet that screamed trouble. Adrik leaned closer to the screen. “That one. The black. It’s clean, elegant. And the slit is going to show off those gorgeous legs of yours that I love so much.” I raised a brow as a flush crept up my neck, his words sending a jolt of arousal straight to my core. “You’re picking it because it shows legs?”

Like she had never been dragged back. Aeryl stood there, not moving. Her eyes moved slowly across the room. Then she saw it. The wardrobe was open. Inside it were rows and rows of gowns. New ones. Rich fabrics. Silks. Deep colors. Gold-threaded edges. Some darker than what she used to wear… more fitting for his world. More fitting for him. Her throat tightened. Slowly, she walked toward it. Her fingers lifted, hesitantly and touched one of the dresses. It was soft, beautiful and surely expensive.

'Come on, shake it out! 'Okay, okay—let's get dressed and check it out,' Aurelia laughed, the sound lighter than it had been all day. The escape from the mansion felt like a victory, even if temporary. They rifled through the clothes, selecting outfits that hugged their curves just right. Aurelia slipped into a tight black mini-dress that clung to her full breasts and flared over her ass, the hem riding high on her thighs. Her nipples pebbled against the fabric from the air conditioning. Mira opted for a red halter top that plunged deep between her cleavage and high-waisted shorts that showcased her legs. They primped in the full-length mirror, applying fresh lipstick and tousling their hair