Alice Parachute Dress Mga Nobela at Kwento

I've been pregnant for six months, but my Alpha mate, William, has delayed our mating ceremony 29 times. He's waiting for his adopted sister, Rita, to find a mate so they can have a "two-couple mating ceremony." The 30th time I altered the waist of my beloved mating ceremony dress, the bridal shop assistant looked embarrassed, "Miss, this dress really can't be widened anymore. How about you choose another one?" Disappointment rose in my throat like bile. I called William, asking when the ceremony would finally happen.

Not only the Walton’s family was there, but socialites from all over the world were also present to meet the powerful family and Alice never thought that she would be a part of that. Even her dressed was chosen from the finest designer with the best dress available for all of the Walton’s sons and daughters. Her own was from the Atelier Versace Fall Winter 2020 Collection. A gorgeous orange dress that has an intricate back and the sparkly fabrics just made her feel like a princess. A sexy one at that.

he said, placing a chaste kiss on her lips . Alicia laughed lightly ,“I did enjoy my day and I can't thank you enough for bringing Sally along .” “ Thank you again ” Sally spoke excitedly. “ Oh that's enough you're welcome . Anything To put a smile on that beautiful face , now we have an hour to the conference . Let's go inside and prepare” “ sure ”. Alicia decided to take her things to Sally's room so they could dress up together. Alicia wore a dark red handless and backless full length dress that had a plunging neckline. It fitted her like a second skin highlighting her petite hourglass figure , leaving her waist length blonde hair .

Kyle wanted to see the dress on his new crush. “Ma'am, Blue Rail bought the dress twice the price. They also made the wearer their brand model.” Alice finally spilled the sour milk. Bianca's hands balled into fists, she was hysterical. She had pictured herself in that dress, and could not wait to show off with it. “Who is wearing the dress?.” She demanded coldly. Alice trembled, her eyes never left the floor. “Blue Rail’s newest model, Celine Bryce.”

One in particular stood out: covered with a shimmering violet cloth, it hung in the center near a pedestal in front of a mirror. “Here, my lady,” Alivia said, stopping beside the dress with a look of expectation. “The alpha gave me some instructions and described you. I hope you like it.” Alivia pulled away the violet cloth, and my polite smile slowly disappeared. Not out of sadness, but because I had never seen anything so beautiful, except in my dreams. That dress was an identical copy of the one I had seen myself wearing in the Goddess’s dream. “You don’t like it…?” Alivia asked nervously. “We can change it, there’s still time.”

Alice muttered with a smile on her face like she haven’t been through enough already. What she said made sense to Ava hence she didn’t try to pursue her to stay behind anymore. Soon it was evening and Alice had to go to the Davison’s mansion for the dinner, she dressed simply. She was wearing a white sun dress that made her look more delicate than ever and left her hair on her shoulders. She hardly wore makeup but was envied by lots of girls who knew her because she was natural and exotically beautiful with clear and smooth skin.

The ballroom noise swells as they approach the main doors — that specific frequency of rich people talking over each other, layered with live piano from the corner quartet. Aurelia smooths down her dress. Red. Backless. Floor-length silk that moves like water when she walks, cut deep enough to show the sharp wings of her shoulder blades, the dip of her spine disappearing into the fabric. She bought it six months ago for no reason — because she saw it in a window and thought *Lucian would hate this.* Because it made her feel like she was wearing armor made of something beautiful. She's never worn it. Tonight felt like the night.

"Who would've guessed you'd turn out this hot?" Just then, Alice returns into the room, arms laden with outfits for the evening. "Holy shit, you're gorgeous," she blurts out, momentarily frozen at the doorway as she takes me in. Caught between flattery and offense from their compliments, we change into our party clothes without wasting more time. Juliet opts for a one-shoulder black dress that makes her fiery red hair pop, while Alice goes for a sleeveless dark blue number with a sweetheart neckline. I choose a black, low-necked crop top that teases a glimpse of my midriff, and a beige mini skirt. I keep stealing glances at myself in the mirror, fascinated by curves I didn't realize I had, a

I had an uneasy feeling; I never received gifts, and whatever it was couldn’t be good. “From the Alpha,” Alice said, dipping her head low in something that resembled an awkward bow. “You can open it,” I mumbled, tugging at the ends of my hair. “O-okay.” She pulled off the ribbon as I studied myself in the mirror, glancing at her reflection. The top of the box came off, and a bunch of light blue fabric sat inside. Alice pulled it out and smiled at me, holding up a long dress. The fabric was overlaid in gossamer and embroidered patterns that were seared in my brain. I fought the nausea that rolled through me.

Watching her makes me feel completely out of my depth. She offers me a similar dress in black, but the low-cut back would reveal too many of my scars, and I’m not ready for that kind of exposure. Instead, I choose a pale blue dress Alison brought me. It has cap sleeves, a sweetheart neckline, and a gently flared A-line skirt that falls just below my knees. It’s more modest than Alice’s, but it’s comfortable, and I think it’ll work fine.