Aurora Peasant Dress Novels & Stories

"Wow look at your red dress! You're really dressed to kill and have a trendy fashion sense." Julia admired Aurora's bright red dress and couldn't stop exclaiming. Aurora just humbly smiled. She knew the dress she was wearing was really expensive, having to spend money to buy two luxurious houses to get it. This is a dress from the collection of a famous Italian designer. Phelan bought her last Christmas. "Aurora, are you and Keisha close? People talk about you and Keisha a lot these days." Naomi asked. "Well, to be honest, we're not that close. She and I don't interact or talk too much." Aurora answered honestly.

As he turned away angrily. “Aurora has body scars on her back. So revealing clothes is a bad idea. “Don't you trust my magic? I will cover it up with makeup.” He said, trying to reassure me. I stood in front of the tall wardrobe, running my hand over the line of evening dresses carefully picked by Liam earlier. Most of them were too flashy, not like Aurora's calmness. I wanted her to stand out, yes, but not in a way that would turn her into an easy target for whispers. My fingers stopped on a sleek ivory dress, elegant but simple, the kind of grace that demanded respect without begging for attention.

Aurora came out of the bathroom and took steps close to me. She was rolling her fingers through her hair while dying it. She is wearing a red half shoulder gown. It was a cold-shoulder dress that was red and crepe in design. It was flowing with layers of clothing. She is looking incredibly beautiful— the hairs are flying on her face, and she was interlocking some of her hair behind her ear. She was wearing a silver-coloured bracelet on her one hand, which was my mother's present to her. She ended up in front of her while turning left and right.

King gave them the card so they decided to doll themselves up a bit. Aurora in a red short dress with her hair down which she hardly does and Georgiis in a black short dress with her bun messy bun leaving the two men stunned and satisfied.

‎Aurora stood in the center of Lucian's penthouse wearing a dress that cost more than her rent. ‎It was red like blood, vivid and impossible to ignore. The stylist he had sent to her apartment that morning had picked it out and called it "cranberry," which was a lie. As far as she was concerned it was red. It clung to her ribs, dipped low at the back, and ended at mid-thigh in a way that made her feel exposed from every angle.

I enter the ball without being introduced and just make my way around the room and I freeze as I lay my eyes on Aurora for the first time in months. She is just beautiful. My father has her dressed in a beautiful grey full-length, full-skirt, strapless dress. He still however had to show off his claim collar but no one but the ones in this pack would know that as at the moment, it looks like part of a beautiful gold and diamond set necklace.

Does she have the answer to what was going on? “My wife, Aurora is wearing a red dress, the best fabric in the world, she has a black shoe on, she is in a light make-up, she has a beautiful silver anklet on her leg and she is adorned with gold,” I explained with a smile on my face as I stared at Aurora, she looked like a goddess with this dress, “Did I get it wrong?” I couldn't hear anything being said as my emotions were all over the place and my eyes were fixed on Aurora's eyes.

she gestured dramatically at the store around them, “is necessary.” Aurora gave her a flat look. “Necessary for who?” “For me,” Mina said cheerfully already grabbing a dress off a rack. “Stand still.” Aurora didn’t have the energy to argue. Mina held the dress up against her, squinting critically before shifting it slightly against Aurora’s frame like she was adjusting a mannequin. “Hmm… this one is cute,” Mina said tilting her head. “But not enough. You’re glowing now. We need something that says radiant wife of terrifyingly powerful man.”

However, its value is far more expensive than what they all were wearing because of its historical value. “My goodness, that girl really knew no shame. If I was her, I would be so ashamed to come to this event. No matter what, I wouldn’t dare to show my face to anyone if I was her.” Aurora’s attention was caught when she heard what some of the Lunas were whispering to themselves near her. “That’s right. She also looks so weird. She’s the only one wearing a turtle-necked dress at this party. She looked like a conservative nun who came to this party.” The other girls laughed at her words.

"Don't make me wait, Aurora. You know I'm not the patient type." Aurora swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had no choice but to comply. Slowly, she walked over to the cupboard and opened it. Inside, she found a delicate, transparent dress in a deep shade of black, hanging neatly. It looked some kind of lingerie. And it’s. What’s the point of wearing this when it would hide nothing of her body in fact it felt more exposed than already she was. The sight of it filled her with a mixture of dread and resignation.