Baju Hem Adalah Novels & Stories

"I was worried that I would have nothing to wear tonight. This is good." Lexie eagerly urged her. "Miss King, why don't you put it on now? We have to go to the beach in an hour anyway." Helma nodded. This dress was completely handmade. The process seemed complicated and meticulous, but the most troublesome thing was the old-fashioned corset straps on the back. One would need help to put the dress on. "Thank you then," Helma said gratefully. Helma put on the dress and held the hem of the skirt. She was surprised to find that the dress fitted her body very well.

As soon as she thought this, a girl not much older than her appeared before her. The girl was dressed beautifully. The pink hanbok (Korean traditional clothing) that the girl wore looked familiar. On closer inspection, Yuna could tell that it was one of her favorite dresses. Yuna felt irritated looking at her dress being worn by her cousin, Haemi. It was inevitable that Yuna would meet Haemi someday. She just didn’t expect to meet her so soon.

she explained with a warm smile before leaving the room. Emma breathed a deep sigh. Even though just looking at the outfit made her uncomfortable, she forced herself to put it on. It was quite revealing. The hem barely reached her knees, and it was a V-neck dress that exposed a significant portion of her chest. The tight waistband hugged her curves, the fabric spilling down her thighs. She attempted to adjust the neckline to conceal her cleavage, but it didn't help much. Finally, she decided to leave her long hair down, hoping the cascading locks would draw attention away from the plunging neckline. Besides, she was accustomed to working freely with her hair down.

she inquired, her eyes studying the garment in his hands. Mahesh's smile widened, and he had a hint of pride in his voice. "This bra," he began, holding it out slightly, "is designed with a particular purpose—your ultimate comfort and support. We've selected a unique combination of highly breathable, natural fabrics that will feel soft against your skin and allow continuous airflow, preventing discomfort even during extended wear."

Unless… Hema stood in front of the grand mirror, her breath hitching slightly as she took in her own reflection. She looked regal—no, ethereal—draped in a crimson-red lehenga embroidered with intricate golden motifs, each thread weaving a tale of elegance and power. The blouse, adorned with shimmering embellishments, hugged her form, accentuating her graceful posture. A sheer red dupatta cascaded from her head, its gold-edged embroidery framing her face like a queen’s crown.

it’s only when you lose something that you truly understand its worth. Jemima adjusted the hem of her boyfriend jeans in front of the mirror, tugging them slightly higher on her slim waist. The denim was ripped at the knees, faded just right, casual yet bold. Her long-sleeved crop top hugged her curves, the ivory fabric brushing against her skin and cutting just above her navel, teasing the faint line of toned abs.

Sam had joined the company three years ago, right when Justin took over RC Corporation, so he wasn’t familiar with the complicated history between Emma and Justin. Inside TC Mall, Emily was browsing through clothes, each piece a far cry from her usual sweet and innocent style. “Babe, switching things up?” Helen asked, watching as Emily picked up a long black dress with a sexy, slitted hem. It would look stunning on Emily’s curves. Emily held the dress up to herself in the mirror, unfazed. “Yep, time for a change. Do you think this would look better with a shawl or a jacket?” She turned to give Helen a look.