Baju Putih Wanita Novels & Stories

DIANA I stared at my reflection, not really wanting to face the woman looking back at me. The dress was white silk, plain and simple, no embroidery or anything flashy. It draped over my body the way it was supposed to, following my curves in this soft, delicate way. The neckline was modest—just enough to keep up appearances—and the thin straps held the fabric like it was almost blending into my skin.

"Seriously, who dresses like that anymore? You look like you're begging in the streets." "I know, right? You're practically radiating poverty. Did you escape from some rundown place?" "Aria, it's your cousin's big day. Can't you put on something nice? You've been to college, for heaven's sake. Why do you seem to be moving backwards in life?" Betty sauntered over, oozing fake concern. "Let's not be too hard on Aria. Maybe she's just strapped for cash?" She paused dramatically and continued, "I'll tell you what. I'll have the makeup artist whip up a bridesmaid dress for you, how about that?"

QUEENSTOWN, NEW ZEALAND. Two hours after their breakfast, they all got dressed into their best outfits. Bushra is wearing a mahogany coloured sarong, a loose plunging frost white shirt atop her hot ruby sport bra that looks like a swimming suit. She tied her hair with matching mahogany veil, took her expensive Fendi slippers and some beach stuff is packed into her Gucci bag. Dealing with people like Zara, she needs to show off her wealth too or she'd look down upon her which is the least she would agree to. Everything about her from head to toe is designer, she is also wealthy.

The Woman was delicate and petite, with a heart-shaped face that appeared even more youthful with her shoulder length , stylishly cut hair. She wore a white dress and sporty shoes. She did not resemble a woman in her twenties working in the professional world; rather she seemed like an innocent college student who had not yet graduated.

''Lily. Slowly, Lily turned around. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw a woman approaching. The lady was tall, her figure striking and elegant. Her beauty seemed to radiate effortlessly, the bold red lipstick on her lips suiting her perfectly. Her smile was bright, almost dazzling, and her long brown hair was curled, half cascading gracefully over her left shoulder. She wore a pure white dress that clung to her figure perfectly, paired with matching white heels that clicked softly against the floor as she walked. Even her suitcase was white, completing the flawless look that made her appear almost ethereal.

Annizah stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her blouse one last time before heading out. Today’s outfit was simpler, a crisp white button-down tucked neatly into a pair of high-waisted trousers. She paired it with a pair of comfortable flats and light accessories, aiming for a balance of simplicity and elegance. A delicate chain necklace rested against her collarbone, and her hair was loosely tied back in a low bun. Perfect for a family visit, she thought, grabbing her handbag.

she asked the white-and-black woman. She looked around, there was no one but the them. Even, there were no other living beings. It looks like this kingdom was empty and uninhabited. "Come with me. I'll show you everything." Even the white-and-black woman looked very unique. She was extraordinarily beautiful, indeed. She was wearing a luxurious white dress. Her hair, skin, crown, and even jewellery were all white. The only black on her were her eyebrows, pupils, eyelashes, and lips.

"You are right, son." "Babe, I got an offer to shoot a maternity fashion catalog and advertisement and the main color is white," said Lea happily. She stroked the white kimono she was wearing under the apron. "This kimono is beautiful and fits me perfectly. Thanks, babe, I'll wear it for the shoot." Jayden was stunned. "You... like it?" "Absolutely. It's pretty, comfortable, and fits me perfectly. White makes me look bright." "But last night--"

Visenya stood before a grand mirror, her reflection adorned in a stunning white wedding gown. The dress was a masterpiece of elegance and opulence, with the fabric being a luxurious white satin that cascaded down her softly curved figure. Delicate lace adorned the bodice, adding a touch of intricate beauty to the ensemble. The gown flaunted an alluring off-the-shoulder neckline, gracefully revealing a touch of sensuality and highlighting her transformation from girlhood to womanhood. The sheer sleeves billowed gently, as if caught in a whispering breeze, lending an air of mystique to her appearance.

“She is a woman in white.” “That’s just… ghost stories, daddy,” Aislen turned her head. The woman in white stood on the other side of the road watching them go. She did not act as if she needed help, Aislen told herself. But it was still very strange and her dress… “She was dressed strangely.” “She was strange head to foot,” Cameron replied. “What are white women?” “Woman in white,” Aislen corrected him, glad to be able to distract him from his terrible sorrow. “They’re ghosts of women who have committed suicide due to unfaithful husbands or lovers. They like to find a man and drag his spirit back with them.”