Baju Putih Wanita Novels & Stories

Suara halus dan lembut menyapa Zie dan Andra, saat membuka pintu apartemen yang akan ditempatinya. Zie menoleh ke samping, dan menemukan seorang wanita yang diprediksi tidak jauh dengannya, tersenyum manis. Kemeja putih dengan terusan kulot hitam menempel ditubuhnya yang tinggi ramping. Rambut dikuncir kuda, menambah cerah parasnya. "Nyonya?" Zie mengernyitkan kening, merasa asing dengan panggilan itu. Melirik Andra yang tengah memangku Alana. Pria itu memilih memilih keheranan Zie dengan mencandai sang balita.

Jasmine stared at her reflection in the mirror, her stomach tightening with shame. The all-white uniform the captured women were forced to wear was nothing like the modest dresses of her old life. The cropped top clung tightly to her chest, and the princess neckline made it so that any form of bending would expose the tops of her bosoms. The skirt, though long, was thin, hugging her from behind, and sat low on her hips, revealing her navel. Every inch of the outfit seemed designed to humiliate. Around her, the other women dressed in silence, each avoiding the mirror, each lost in her own quiet despair.

What kind of fate would it be for them to be saved by this man? Betty was wearing a white muslin evening dress, and now, after the water had passed, it was completely transparent. The pink bra on her upper body could faintly be seen, furthermore, the clothes were extremely close to her waist, and her slim waist and long legs were especially eye—catching under the light.

Violet laughed as she looked at the two of them. "I'll leave you to your debate. This woman needs to leave," Violet said as she walked away. He observed her as she began to mingle with all those officials who were talking and laughing. She was dressed in a glamorous white gown with something purple, just like a white witch. Looking around the crowds, he noticed a few people dressed similarly to her. Since their wedding photos and videos went viral, many people have tried to imitate her dress code. The white witch had made a significant impact on society and the world at large. He closed his eyes and let the beauty of the moment wash over him.

Naoki said slowly and mysteriously. "It's the lady..." Jai and Darrion said at the same time. Naoki chuckled. "Yes. The white lady in the story." "Why is she called the white lady? Is she as white as the cloud or something like that?" Darrion asked. Jai was also curious about that, because he was sure he saw that girl in the cave before he somehow passed out. But Darrion just saved him the trouble for asking it. "No. It's because she wears white dresses. Sometimes it's a short dress, sometimes it's a long gown, differs with every story," Naoki answered.

As she walked, her beautiful straight white legs were way too eye-catching. Crystalbella’s figure was the top among all the women. Olivia was more of the curvaceous type. Sunitha was more frail and weak. They were not like her… Women. A true woman’s figure was just like hers. She had an arc on her chest. She had a perky and toned butt. Her waist was extremely slim, and it almost seemed invisible. As she wore the cheongsam, she was the clear winner here. It was only that this winner was extremely unhappy with what she was dressed in. Crystalbella was in a horrible mood.

If only he had known. ******* Lisa Smith White looked classy in her boots. It gave a magnificent touch to the white blouse and tight, blue jeans she was wearing. She always had luck with most outfits-- any cloth looked good on her, to add on her smashing beauty and figure. She was black with a skin that glowed, though it wasn't so oily. Her hair reached midway through her back she had no makeup today but when she usually wore it, she looked more of a Disney goddess. With or without makeup, she was still beautiful anyways.

Each woman's outfit choice reflected their style and personality, making them a captivating and remarkable sight. In contrast, Gloria radiated a different kind of beauty. While her outfit was simple —blue jeans and a white T-shirt —her natural beauty shone through. The simplicity of her innocent smile enhanced her allure, making her effortlessly stunning. Her hair, styled in loose waves cascading down her back, added a touch of effortless glamour. Her bra straps occasionally peeked through her shoulder straps, and she did not seem to mind. Her breasts appeared ideally encased in her bra and shaped over her t-shirt, giving her a subtly confident aura.

She pulls my arm and turns me into a hug as we load the bags. "You are welcome! You more than earned it helping my clueless self snd using your time. It means so much to me." "Now, there's a mix of stuff in there. Casual tops and dressy. These things I had picked were what I had intended to buy you myself. You see, you need interview clothes too. They differ from regular, and you NEED A BRA SIS. You can not show up to that interview just free boobing it." I snort. "Free boobing?"

said the leading woman, and a woman walked out with a white short wedding dress in her hand. Although it was not as grand as Britney's, it was also very delicate and beautiful.