Azur Lane St Louis Dress Novels & Stories

This dress is very suitable for Aurora's preferences, she immediately liked it when looking at it. The design looks simple at first glance, but the stitching is very complicated, the fabric is high-quality, and the top is studded with pearls. This is a dress of a famous luxury brand in Italy, but it is a limited item, not every girl can own it. "Like the dress I gave you?" "Like it." Aurora smiled, "Where are you taking me?" "Go on beach."

My hand covers my mouth. Hanging up by my wardrobe is a beautiful midnight blue dress. It sparkles but not as if it’s covered in rhinestones, as if stars themselves are embedded in the fabric. It’s strapless with a slit up the leg. It’s honestly the most wonderful piece of clothing I’ve ever been gifted. “For the dance,” Archer says. “You’re representing us now. That means your representing opulence and luxury.” My hopes and wishes fall as I remember why I’m going. “Does it have a crest on it?” I ask.

It would surely blow their composure and make them go bonkers! It was an azure full sleeves dress that was melting away in dark charcoal black at the end of the hem. The dress was floor-length but its neckline was deep showing a generous amount of cleavage. The shoulders and waist were embedded with fading clusters of tanzanite and topaz. It was backless but her hairs that were thrown back would do a good job covering her back. The Azure organza that clung to her body like a glove till her waist then splayed in fluffy ruffles was anything but sheer smoothened waves like in itself hinting her a furtive clue.

"Well you can always tell your brothers to bring you along. Or you can come alone. Whenever you are ready Azura..I'll lead you to me" And with that she was gone. Her absence left an ache in me. Time to face the beat I guess. It took me thirty minutes to shower and get dressed. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and marveled again at the total stranger staring right back at me. My blue eyes were glowing a little, and the long red hair was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I took the band on my wrist and put my hair back in a ponytail. With a sigh I made my way to the door but it opened before I could touch the knob.

Hiller just gave me a sad smile, saying that Lauren will not stop until she dolls me up the way she wanted. I was sauntering in the shop, glancing at every dress when a beautiful navy blue dress caught my attention. It was an off-shoulder, sweetheart neckline, mermaid gown. It was an elegant gown without any slit and cuts the way I wanted and it was not too costly. I showed it to Lauren, she thought for a little while before asking me to try it. I went to the changing room and tried it on and stepped out of the changing room to show it to Lauren and Mrs. Miller.

A woman who had fought wars, survived betrayal, and built the foundation of everything we had. “You look incredible, Miss Azariah,” Elena whispered, her voice thick with emotion and pride. “You look exactly like her. Like the portraits in the archive. You were born to wear this.” I looked at my reflection. The dress I wore was nothing like anything I had ever put on before. It was midnight blue, so dark it looked like black velvet in shadow, but when the light hit it, it shimmered and shifted like the night sky itself, woven with thousands of tiny threads that caught every beam. It was tailored perfectly to my body, designed with a high neckline and long sleeves that covered me completely, y

Great to see after hours of staring at swatches, nearly making me cross-eyed. I am standing between Ajax and Aries as we welcome the pack, in a lemon floor-length fishtail dress with wide, ruched straps the bust has a deep dip nearly to my naval and beads adorn the top and scatter elegantly as they get to my waist, the light bounces off them as I walk. Ajax and Aries look as handsome as ever in navy-fitted suits with lemon shirts and navy ties and lemon pocket squares topped off with brown formal shoes. These hunks are what wet dreams are made of and they're all mine.

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 nodded okay and they walked out, and Ryott helped me get into my dress. I love the dress that Jaz had made for me and was made by my favorite designer, Christian Siriano. It was a beautiful satin and lace puff tea length lavender dress that hugged my curves in all the right places, it was sleeveless and backless with spaghetti straps. Ryott put on some final touches and stood me in front of the floor length mirror. Wow, they did a great job, I didn’t even recognize myself. This was a different look even different from my stage look and persona.

“Shit.” It was funny to watch her stagger forward in surprise. “I’m ready.” Lifting an eyebrow, she smiled back. “Perfect.” She satin blue dress was made for her. Not everyone could pull off a high-low dress, but she did. Stacy was in a blush colored dress. It has a massive slit that showed off her leg. The top hugs her so tight her boobs might fall out, but she looked amazing. All the guys were wearing a black tux with matching ties.