Novel & Cerita Black Butler Ciel In A Dress

He muttered, picking up his phone to text Ixora. The door creaked open, and Cecilia walked in. "Sir, the stage is set." Eric turned to her, his breath hitching momentarily. She wore a black off-shoulder gown that stopped at her knees, both sides slit up to the mid-thigh. The dress hugged her body in the right places. Her hair fell on her shoulder, and her light make-up was perfect. She looked different—ethereal. "Sir..." Eric cleared his throat and looked away.

Beneath the white dress I am wearing black underwear that is practically visible through the fabric. We are in a fairly large room, Patrick sits on a golden throne and I am sitting on a cushion at his feet. He caresses my hair absentmindedly every two minutes. This situation is really bizarre. I look like his pet, I laugh to myself. Yes... I look like his kitten. Cleo is standing in front of us. She dresses impeccably, she is in black once again, this time she is wearing a very long dress, with a train that trails behind her, a high hairstyle and wear a small veil. It seems that she is in mourning.

~088 A Throne of Ashes The dress was silk. Charcoal grey with a collar high enough to command attention and heels sharp enough to double as weapons. Bella stared at her reflection in the long mirror inside the Cathedral's dressing suite, Elodie standing behind her with crossed arms and a no-nonsense look. "This feels like walking into my own execution," Bella muttered. "No," Elodie said. "This is you stepping onto a battlefield dressed like the queen they fear." Xavier entered quietly behind them. He looked at Bella for a long second, then smiled faintly.

“For how long will you keep using that against me? I already apologized to the Alpha, the maid, and even you.” “Well, I’m just saying.” “I’ve heard you.” For my dinner dress, Celia picked out a silver-grey gown embellished with tiny diamonds that were bound to catch the light at every turn. The neckline was a plunging V with a unique asymmetrical strap design, with a thing-high slit that ran up to my right leg. “Alpha Adrian will drop to his knees when he sees you in this,” Celia said with her usual exaggeration, holding the dress high. I took it from her and changed.

Godric smirked back, like they wordlessly agreed to a plan to interrogate the fuck out of this guy. The butler entered the room and announced the arrival of Pierre before he walked off. His mother was in a purple dress with high heels that showed how lithe and agile she was. “Be on your best behavior, boys.” Pierre stepped into the room in slacks and a matching vest with a collared shirt, looking very refined, just like Bastien’s mother. He gave her the warmest smile before he kissed each one of her cheeks.

She grinned and he led her to the dance floor. Kaizen had been watching like a creep. He stood at the far end of the room, dressed in a black suit he was forced to put on by Ciel and his white hair was combed too perfectly he had the urge to run his finger into it almost every time but Ciel who had been like a watchdog since the night started was there to stop him every time he raised his hand.

Of course, her mom took her words seriously so they spent the whole day cooking and cleaning the house. When Liz arrived. Gigi was still getting ready in her room. She heard a knock at her door and innocently opened it only to see Liz on the other side. "Well? This is awkward," Liz mumbled putting her hands together. Gigi was flawless, as usual. She was wearing a neon pink dress and heels matching, her blonde hair was down and her makeup was on point. On the other hand, Liz was wearing a blue floral dress and her usual Dr. Martens with not a single drop of makeup on her face, she liked it better when she was natural.

And she descended. The room turned. It wasn't just a glance. It was a gravitational shift. The chatter died down, replaced by a rustle of whispers. Is that her? The Ghost. Look at that suit. Aurora didn't look at them. She looked straight ahead, her chin lifted, her expression one of profound, elegant boredom. She reached the bottom of the stairs. "Ariane!" A voice, bright and sharp. Celine D'Albret, in a gold AVA gown, rushed over, air-kissing her. "You look... devastating. Truly. You have reinvented the tuxedo."

God, I despise that bitch. Today, she's dressed in a slutty dress. Well, it's not that slutty though but it's pretty expensive and sexy. My dress is expensive, Killian made sure of that. At least I'm not dressed as a slut. Celine is dressed in a long, beige colored spaghetti strap dress, with a deep V-neck showing her porcelain cleavage. The dress has a long slit in her left thigh, right up to her upper thigh. The top of the dress is decorated with rhinestones and her red hair is in waves, crowning her oval shaped face. She's hot, I must give her that.

The butler quietly exited and closed the door behind him. Adora offered a polite smile. "Thank you, Mom." She stepped forward and took a seat. Cecilia said nothing at first, her eyes falling on Adora again, this time more deliberately. Because of class, Adora was dressed rather simply—a pale chiffon blouse, a modest A-line skirt that fell below the knee, and a pair of plain white sneakers. And yet, her face was so striking that no matter how ordinary her outfit, she stood out in any crowd.