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“Do you know what you are wearing?” I glanced down at my dress and said, “A dress?” He let out a small chuckle before replying, “Not just any dress.” He spun me around before continuing, “the dress is called The black Widow, designed by Marcello De Luca in 1965. The famous actress Vivienne Rosehart wore it in 1965, the night she walked into a gala full of men who wanted to ruin her… but instead she left with every single one of them begging at her feet.”

She seems content, but I think part of her would like to be able to talk about her day with him. "Fine. I'll go. On one condition..." I say. "What?" "I get to wear your brand new dress." She eyed me curiously but ultimately nodded her head in agreement. "If that's what it takes to get you out there, then so be it." Jessica's dress was absolutely stunning. It was an all-black dress with diamond accents. It was a combination of a short and long dress. The overall cut was short, as it tapered long towards the left. My entire right leg was bare and left little to the imagination where it stopped just below my waist. There were also intricate cuts throughout the middle. My stomach and back were v

Jackie asked with heat. Matt couldn’t respond because he was still adjusting to what she had on. Jackie was the conservative twin. She didn’t wear skirts or shorts that were too short and she never showed too much cleavage. Tonight, Jackie was dressed like a madam. She wore a black leather corset that was pulled so tight that her tits looked like they were going to pop out. Pants? She wasn’t wearing any. She had on a black lacey thong and black thigh highs that were being held up by a garter belt.

"I've already gone with you to try that dress several times. What's wrong with missing it once? Natalie just got back. She was alone with all that luggage. "As a friend, I had to pick her up. You're usually so reasonable. Why make a fuss over something this small? Do you really have to give me the silent treatment over this?" "I'm fine." I brushed his hands away, hung the towel back on the rack, and turned to leave. "Really?" Enzo followed me out, sounding noticeably more relaxed. "Did you finalize the dress yesterday, then? Send me the bill. I'll sign it." I walked over to the bedside table, pulled open the drawer, and took out the stamped order form.

Zara. She stood in the center of the room, a vision in crimson silk that clung to her every curve. The dress—if you could call it that—was daring, with slits that ran up both sides, revealing long legs adorned with shimmering anklets. The fabric caught the light, giving her an ethereal glow, while delicate chains draped across her bare shoulders added a hint of decadence. Her dark hair was pulled back into an intricate braid, loose strands framing her face, her lips painted a bold scarlet.

Although it might be good to show Jasmine and Edith that I could afford a great dress, I’m afraid that my budget can’t handle it. I looked for quite some time until I finally stumbled upon a little black dress in the middle of the rack. I smiled in delight when I saw that it was only 75 dollars. It wasn’t the best dress out there, but for a price like this, I can settle with its quality. It’s a fitted black dress with a halter string. It reminds me of the dresses that people wore on the red carpet during the ’80s.

«Friday, Gala Night» Scarlet sauntered out of the house, she smiled as the fresh breeze caressed her cheeks, she looked down at herself and felt pride swelling in her chest, she hadn't felt this beautiful in ages. She was wearing a halter dress with a keyhole shoulder with an upward scooping corset, the long blue-white dress giving her a deluxe appearance, and a pair of ankle strap heels while her plum-brown hair was styled elegantly. She lifted her gaze taking in two cars with a black limousine parked in front of the mansion. Scarlet eyed the men in black suits and glasses till her eyes landed on Reid and her breath got caught in her throat.

Jack asked, watching my reflection with me as I wore the dress he got for me. The dress was a sleek red slip, the kind that didn’t need more details to look expensive. No glitter. No lace. Just red... and stunning. It exposed my bare shoulders but kept my arms warm with long sleeves. The flare ended just below my knee, and paired it with maroon wedges that Jack had picked for me. My hair cascaded down my back as he’d requested, which he brushed aside to plant a kiss on my shoulder, sending a shiver of that familiar, needy sensation down my spine.

I could have just agreed with him since I didn’t exactly like the aura Jack was giving off yesterday but I just had to fuck things up and I think he might actually be mad at me cause I haven’t seen him since last night. Or maybe I am just geeking and it is not that big of a deal. I concentrated on getting dressed. The dress I have on today was designed by Riley of course. It was black, it had to be the classiest black dress I have ever seen. It was a low-back dress and aside from the low back, it didn’t reveal any other part of my skin. “You know what people were saying about you and Riccardo yesterday?” Patricia started. “I am not sure I want to hear it,” I replied while Riley was helping m

Hajjo makes her promise to call her once she is with the doctor do she can hear every single word in their conversation. Dressed in a Hermes grape A-line gown, a black Calvin Klein belt holds the gown on her belly. Black Dunhill glasses protect her eyes against the blazing hot Paris June sun which is about to make an appearance. A rose Dior bag, grape cotton crinkled veil with Hermes slippers complete her look. She sprays one of her newest perfumes, Avon black dress before picking up her car key and checking out for the morning. One would ask why she's all dolled up when she's just going to meet a doctor. But Halima is the type of woman that enjoys the feeling of looking beautiful, and more