Novel & Cerita Black Butler Dress

Nighttime came, and I was excited to see what Vladimir had in mind for our dinner. Following the butler, I see he takes me to the room right across from Vladimir’s bedroom. It was a lovely and feminine room. It looked like a queen’s bedroom. As he explained where my cloth was, the butler excused himself. Dinner with Vladimir was at seven. We agreed to meet at the end of the stairs. I still had an hour to get ready. I dried my hair as I looked for my clothes. What I find shocks me. Hanging in the walking closet was a long black dress. It had a couple of crystals sewed on the top part of the dress as a necklace. I loved the dress.

I gave up arguing with him and went back to the fitting cubicle to try out another clothe. I tried three more clothes but Xavier didn't like any.He gave a funny excuse that made me laugh. “What about this?”I asked, expecting him to give another silly excuse.He looked at me from head to toe as though I was a piece of art. It was a long black dress with a slit on the left thigh.It wasn't too tight,but it showed my curves clearly.It was sleeveless with black matching gloves. “You look beautiful…”His voice was so deep and he didn't take his eyes off me…

“Don’t stare at me. Don’t you also have to go to the dinner party? Go and try your clothes on.” The butler walked out with two suits. Xu Yi took one of them and walked to Ye Shaotang. “Your mother chose this for you. Go and try it on.” Ye Shaotang looked at the black suit in her hands. The cutting and the workmanship was delicate. It looked nice.

“Hellooo? Earth to Silvia?” I shook off my thoughts and sighed. “Fine. I’ll go with you.” His face lit up. “Yes! You won’t regret it.” I already did. ●●●●●●●●●●● My dress was unlike anything she had ever worn before. It was sleek and bold, yet effortlessly elegant—a deep midnight black that shimmered faintly under the lights, like the surface of a quiet, endless ocean reflecting the moon. The fabric clung to my curves in all the right places, the silky material cascading down to the floor in a way that was both graceful and commanding.

And he would patiently wait for her. “Sir, ma’am, please choose whichever clothes you like,” the salon staff said as they showed the rows of clothes they’d made themselves. This was not only a salon but also a fine boutique. Beverley browsed through the luxurious and classy dresses. When she saw the price tag, she gulped. It was very expensive. “I don’t know which one to choose,” Beverley said in confusion. Brent exhaled. “Black. I want you to wear black,” he said firmly. His cell phone suddenly rang. He quickly went out to answer the incoming call.

I’d forgotten to consider that one. The next couple of hours were as bizarre as any I’d experienced in Lower Butts. I had to go into the room with her as she really couldn’t have got out of her gown on her own. It was a beautiful full length, plain black silk job that clung to every curve and cunningly jumped every unwanted bump. It also had zillion buttons down the back. She looked amazing as I unpeeled it from her slim figure.

Diane The black dress. It hangs in the closet, alone among the other muted-colored outfits. Simple, in silk crepe, cut with a severity that speaks volumes about the taste of the one who chose it. Long sleeves, a boat neck that glides over the shoulders, falling straight to mid-calf. No frills. No lace. Just the pure blackness of the fabric and the way it will, I already know, embrace every curve without ever accentuating them, denying them while affirming them.

“Wonderful. The car is waiting.” Sarah didn’t pry. She took me to boutiques I’d never be able to afford on my own and helped me pick dresses that were elegant without being stuffy. Sophisticated without losing my personality. “This one,” she said, holding up a deep burgundy dress with a high neckline and a back that plunged almost to indecent. “It’s bold. It says you’re not here to play games.” I loved it. “Alpha Blackthorne will appreciate it,” Sarah added with a knowing smile.

This one’s nice," one of the assistants cooed, adjusting a tight red dress on Irene’s frame. Irene winced. "It’s a little… much, don’t you think?" From the couch, Mr. Blackwood barely lifted his head. "No." She groaned internally. Of course, he'd say that. The assistants brought more options, but nothing felt right. That was until she saw it—a sleek black dress hanging on the rack. Simple. Elegant. Perfect. Slipping into it, she turned to the mirror. The V-line cut was daring but not excessive, hugging her in all the right places.

It had been a long time since she had worn these kinds of clothes. "Why can't you wear it?" Bishop Eloise said with a frown. "It's a royal dress and it looks good on a moroi," Pawn Clara laughed and picked up the dress and placed it against Bishop Eloise's body. "Not on me, and look, I am fully prepared," she took two steps back and showed Bishop Eloise the black dress she was wearing. It was a pure black fabric with silver lace trimming on the edges of each sleeve, and when she moved, it seemed to float around her like a cloud.