Black Butler Ciel In Dress Novels & Stories

She didn't experience wearing a wedding gown at all. The curtain finally parted, and Cecil stepped out in a gown of soft ivory silk, the bodice embroidered with delicate silver vines that shimmered under the light. Aria exhaled slowly, as if the sight knocked the air from her lungs. “Turn around,” the boutique owner instructed softly, her voice carrying the reverence of someone unveiling a masterpiece.

Cosmo leaned close and whispered, “If something catches your eye, just tell me. I’ll get it for you.” “Well, in that case, I’ll have to be extra observant tonight,” Eloise replied with a smile. While guests mingled around the venue, new arrivals caught everyone’s attention: Gabriel and Ciela. Gabriel wore a dark blue suit, simple yet elegant, while Ciela was dressed in a gradient blue gown that shimmered like starlight with every movement. She looked as if she were walking under a trail of shooting stars. Eloise remembered the time she went to the mall with Sasha and happened to see Gabriel with Ciela, shopping together.

said Tia with a smile . " Great ! We can buy them.........Now , you two better wash up first . " said Charlotte and looked at Catherine . Charlotte went towards the door unlocked it and noticed the butler who was still waiting for the maid to come . " Oh , your highness ! Are you ready ? " asked butler George . " In a minute ! I just need this . " said Charlotte and grabbed the dress from the golden tray the maid was holding it . " Your highness , the uniform you requesting is coming soon . Did you change your mind ? " said butler George .

{The Next Day} The morning air was cool and made you feel a little cold. Celine stood in front of the mirror, fixing her black dress. It was simple but nice, made of soft silk that reached just below her knees. Her short hair framed her face well, with light makeup, diamond earrings, and a thin silver bracelet I had bought for her last month. She looked both graceful and strong. I wore a dark jacket with an open collar, nothing showy. Just what I needed to feel ready. The guards walked behind us as we left. People at the church looked our way....whispering and taking pictures, as if we were a show instead of people in mourning.

Your presence is important. My heart skipped a beat at that last sentence, what does he mean by that? I could feel Ria's eyes on me, “It's a written command, as always. Nothing romantic.” I said, squeezing the paper and tossing it aside. I opened the box and pulled out a stunning, glistening black dress with a slit in the chest. It looked simple yet elegant. “It's beautiful.” Ria remarked with a smile, “You will look amazing in that.” “It's for a meeting, he just wants to doll up his pet for the entertainment of the nobles. Nothing to gosh over.”

Mirella replied dryly, “they’ll say you’re trying to buy him.” “That,” Kael said, “is why I stopped caring what they say a long time ago.” Still, meat was roasted, ale was tapped, and torches were lit in the great hall. The stone glowed with a firelight; shadows danced on banners and faces. Talia helped lace me into another Blackthorn dress—this one deep green, the color making my eyes look more gold than hazel. “You sure you’re up for this?” she asked, tugging the last tie snug. “You already danced with Royal Sorrow this morning.”

“I understand that, but if you could just let him know I am here, he will….” “Whatever you think he will do, I can assure you, Miss Renwick, he will not.” A new voice came through, it was smooth but icy. It was Ciel's. He came down the stairs with the aura of a king. He had a casual crisp white shirt on, with tailored black pants. Reina turned, her expression lightening up. “Ciel!” Ciel's gaze was cool, but distant. “What could possibly bring you here, Reina?”

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.

Cielo has her. My heart pounds against my chest wall, blood deafening me. I push a hand into my hair, thinking what to do when three dots appear, indicating he's typing. We'll finish this where it started. --------------------------------- Valentina "Cielo." My voice catches in my throat. Cielo is standing in the bedroom. He's in the dark slacks and shirt he'd worn to the funeral, but his suit jacket is gone. His tie is loose around his neck and his hair is wet with melted snow. He stops when he sees me, almost like he's surprised at least for a moment.

his mind began to play its trick on him. “ Alex” Hazel tried to touch him but he pushed her away. “Anthony!” Hazel screamed in fear for the butler who was arranging the meal to rush over. “ help him please, I don’t know what’s… “ he doesn’t like yellow dresses ma’am” the butler said for Hazel to cover her mouth. Immediately she rushed away to the mansion to pull it off.