Novel & Cerita Ainz Ooal Gown

A miser, no doubt. "I got mine from Maison de Soie," Ayla disclosed, twirling to show her. It was a beautiful, backless grey gown with a plunging neckline. She had it shipped from overseas for the occasion. Today’s celebration was held in honor of the army. An annual event that brought the entire city together in gratitude and pride. And being the mate of the chief commander, she naturally was going to claim the spotlight. "It's beautiful," Sienna admired before adding, "Sean is very broad-minded for a wolf. Azriel would go crazy if I wore something like that."

one says with a grin, holding out the gown. “Okay…” My voice is barely there. They help me into it while Mommy sits at the edge of my bed, watching silently. The gown is long-sleeved to the wrists, but off-shoulder. Mermaid cut, with a daring slit up the left leg. It’s undeniably gorgeous. Too perfect for a wedding like mine. “Wow! The fit’s perfect—like it was made just for you, madame!” says the blond one, eyes sparkling.

They can't afford to let me ruin it. "It really suits you!" Mika commented as soon as she saw me wearing the gown. I went in front of the mirror and saw my reflection. I couldn't believe how pretty the dress is. It's a sky blue tulle off-shoulder gown and there are pink flower designs on the bodice. I look like a real Princess. "Go fix her hair now. You guys know what will suit her costume." Mika said to the makeup specialist and hair specialist of the drama club. We're all just high schoolers but they're so talented.

"You can't. I have to make it through the ceremony." Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, yet she forced herself upright. "Let's go. Help me to the dressing room. Don't waste time." Inside the dressing room, two gowns were displayed side by side on mannequins. Rosalyn's was an emerald gown with its collar embroidered with delicate gerbera daisy patterns. Meanwhile, Zoe's was a pink backless gown covered in tiny sparkling crystals that sparkled under the light. Zoe looked at the pink gown and let out a bitter chuckle. "Even the gown is reminding me…"

I'll never get used to that. "You've outdone yourself with this gown, Hera. It's beautiful." I look at my dress fondly. It really is stunning. The gown is a deep purple color, the edges embroidered in intricate gold swirls. It has an impressive train, leading back a few feet. I'll certainly be making an entrance and an impression. But I wouldn't have it any other way. "Help me get ready?" I ask her. "Of course." We take our time. Althea takes care to fasten my hair, tying it in a half-up half-down do, the remaining ringlets cascading down my back. My hair contrasts perfectly with the gown's color, looking like fire dancing around me.

She was pretty sure no one would care if no one knows. Slowly, she comes closer to the gown, moves around it, studying the beautiful light that seems to invite her to fit the gown. Gently, she ran her fingers to the silhouette of the gown and sighed with pleasure. The soft material was like a caress of her skin. Her hand seems to have its own mind as it gently extracts the gown from the hanger. There was a full-length mirror at the toilet. She knows no one will use it because she is the only female person here in the cinema. Just for a tiny moment, she would borrow the gown and see if she would look good on it.

Wrapped around in a fuzzy robe, with damp hair falling over her shoulder, Ophelia stared at the gown hanging on her closet in horror. She was beyond petrified of what she was seeing. The simple emerald silk dress she had chosen was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she saw an emerald off-shoulder gown with a deep neckline, the gorgeous evening gown revealed dramatic feather trimmed sleeves. The tonal jacquard gown was made to flatter her figure as the skirt fell down in trumpet silhouette and ended with a sweep train. The gown was gorgeous but what terrified her was the slit on the right side of the dress.

“Excuse me, could you bring me that gown?” “Hi, I’d like to try that one. Do you have it in the smallest size?” Her voice overlapped with another soft female voice. Both of them were pointing at the same item: a strapless, floor-length gown in a pale green ombré that hung in the most prominent spot in the boutique. Liz turned her head in surprise. It was Riley.

I actually needed to start going downstairs though, because I had lots of questions I had to ask them, especially about our mother and our powers. I rummaged through my bag and picked up a black short and red T shirt and smiled nervously. What exactly is the right dress code for a princess around here? Will this be okay? Cut yourself some slack Rosella. You are new to this...you will eventually settle in. I admonish myself but that didn't help my nerves in the slightest way. This is all too much. My brothers have been princes all their lives while I was just a poor regular girl. How on earth am I supposed to meet their standards? I'm just me. What if they don't like me or something?...

“I’ll admit, I’m not usually the emotional type… but you deserve every bit of this. You love with everything you have, and that’s rare.” Zoe’s eyes swept over her friends, full of gratitude. When the gown was finally lifted from the hanger, the room fell into reverent silence. It was the dress—off-white lace, long sheer sleeves delicately embroidered with arabesque patterns, and a flowing train that could have come straight out of a fairy tale. Celina helped her step into it while Tatiana carefully fastened the tiny buttons down the back. When Zoe turned toward the mirror, she brought a hand to her lips, overwhelmed. It was her. The bride.