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Mona is more a diva than a fighter, but we love her just the same. We went through almost every store in the mall before all of us found what we were looking for. I wanted to dress differently from my everyday tomboy look. I chose a teal off-the-shoulder tea-length dress. Talia chose a red and cream short dress that looks amazing on her. Mona chose a royal blue dress that looks tailor-made for her. It was a one-shoulder number with pearls embedded in the neckline. Of course, the diva had to have a little sparkle. We shopped until we were ready to drop. We all have different styles and tastes. I think we visited every store in the mall, some twice. I lost count of how many gowns I tried on.

Her dress was simple yet elegant "Wow, someone looks beautiful…"Tina said smiling as both hugged. Monica shifted her gaze to Cassy. Of course, she didn't recognize her for a second. For someone from the streets. She had to say. She looked different. Especially with the red mermaid dress, she was wearing "Nice to see you too Moni, "Cassy said, seeing how Monica was gawking at her. The night was special, "Okay so Cassy and Monica, you'll help me welcome the guest…I have some models to talk to"Clementina said with a smile and left from there. Both Cassy and Monica stood there in awkward silence

"He's unbelievable!" Mona grumbled, pacing inside the closet and rubbing herself with a towel. "Suicide?" Scoffing, she asked. "Why would I want to end my life? Even if I pass away early, I must murder him before I do. I will take him with me." When she finished drying her hair and realized she had nothing to wear, she put on one of his shirts, which swallowed her entirely and resembled a short, baggy robe on her body.

“Tonight. At moonrise.” *** Mona stood by herself in the small antechamber off the great hall. She nervously smoothed the sleeves of her dress. She had chosen white—not for innocence, but for contrast. She wanted them to see her clearly. She could already hear the pack gathering. The low murmur of bodies and the breath and anticipation filled the air. Mona wasn't committing treason or violence. She was following an ancient process. She smiled to herself. Elena would have to stand there and do nothing, and Mona was very good at winning when other people hesitated.

she inquired. "No, thank you," I replied with a smile, causing her to leave with a slight blush. I turned my attention to the sound of approaching footsteps, and Chloe entered the room, dressed in a sheer red silk nightgown. She appeared visibly uncomfortable, tugging at the hem of the short dress. "Is this what you give to every lady who spends the night with you?" she asked, her face showing a slight frown as she adjusted the hem of the nightgown. "Are you jealous?" I teased.

"Lend her something decent. This makes her look like a tramp." "No! I don't want her to wear my clothes." Rhonda stood and pushed Adriana away. "You lend her something." Luna Mona scoffed as Rhonda practically stomped out of the bathroom. "If it wasn't because Rhonda needs you so much, I would have sent you to work in the mines a long time ago." Luna Mona scowled at Adriana. "You've been nothing but trouble your whole life. Come." Luna Mona's bedroom was on the opposite side of the second floor. When they got to the door, Luna Mona made her wait outside, and after a few minutes, she tossed her a blue dress that smelled like naphthalene mothballs.

Elizabeth seemed to be quite pleased with herself, "It's your last night with Philip. I know better than to teach you the art of seduction. Go down there and command attention. You follow?" Monica had arched a brow at the words. She stared down at her undergarments that came just below her torso, "Well this dress seems far smaller than the type you wear." She got a chuckle from the blonde who had said nothing afterwards. Instead, Elizabeth tipped her head towards the large bed behind Monica. The Scottish turned herself around in utmost anxiety as her eyes rested on the red ball dress placed smoothly upon the covers. With a small smile, she admired the hems made of pure expensive lace, "You s

He said, making her eyes widened more, he left her to answer a customer and she stood like she was rooted on the spot. [7pm --Monalisa's mansion] Marcus waited outside in his car for Monalisa, soon she came out looking breathtaking. She wore a strapless silver gown, looking so rich and like a celebrity but she was startled when she met Marcus in ordinary clothes like it was just any random day. "My lady". He bowed as he opened the car door for her and she got in without saying anything about his outfit, it seemed like she didn't care, he smiled as he drove off.

Sebastian’s laughter filled the room, and Isabella’s cheeks burned. “I don’t see why I have to get naked for a simple dress,” Isabella said, annoyed by Sebastian’s mocking tone. “It’s not a simple dress, Miss Collins. My clothes aren’t just something you wear. They’re something you live in,” Monique said with a look of dissatisfaction. “I want this dress to mold to your body. I want people to think you were born in it.” Isabella looked at both of them and knew she had no choice. She began undressing slowly. Sebastian was enjoying the show, his hungry eyes never leaving Isabella for a second.

He scooped Amara up, needing baby cuddles, he had been away from his children for an entire night, the first since they had been born and he was missing them terribly. "I swear, if we are late Jasmine will have my powers," Moni said with a grimace, tugging at the neckline of her dress, her fucking dress! She thought with a sad shake of her head. If anyone were to attack them now, she would have to deal with the tight concealed corset and yards of silk. At least it had two thigh-high splits in the front for easy movement and quick access to the fully loaded thigh holsters she had concealed underneath. She settled the deep gold silk properly around the tops of her arms and glanced in the mirro