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Rubies and diamonds sparkled around her. “You look gorgeous,” Dalton said to Jackie. He took her hand and kissed her on the cheek. Jackie wore a long, form-fitting, purple pastel gown with spaghetti straps. There was a slit up one side of her dress. Jackie beamed. “Thank you. You look magnificent in a tux.” Goldman slowly approached them. Patty smiled. It took his breath away. “Wow.” It was all he could get out as he gazed upon her. She smiled and bashfully turned her head.

Jack asks. I can feel his excitement in the grip on my arm. "As I'll ever be." It took me hours to decide what to wear tonight. I ended up in a cocktail dress of sky blue. And Jack looks impeccable. He probably spent as much time as I did stressing about tonight. Getting in with Dante Fontaine and his celebrity connections will drastically help my friend's career.

“I’ll make the arrangements.” Later that evening, Jacqueline arrived at the mansion, carrying a garment bag draped delicately over her arm. She swept into the room with her usual flair, her presence warm and comforting as always. I had chosen the dress from her extensive online collection—a black, backless number that flowed down to my calves, its thigh-high slit promising an air of understated elegance. Jacqueline unzipped the bag with a flourish, revealing the dress as though it were a hidden treasure. “Let’s see how it looks on you,” she said, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

she said with a weak smile. In her room, she immediately went to the shower. Warm water flowed down her body, but it didn’t ease her tension. Jackie’s words kept echoing in her mind, each one tightening the knot in her chest. She dried herself quickly, slipped into a long ivory sundress, and decided she couldn’t wait. She needed to know the truth now. Just as she stepped into the hallway, she spotted Jackie. The woman was dressed provocatively—deep cleavage - displying her full breasts, skin-tight black dress, sky-high heels, and full makeup. Darina watched in silent disbelief as Jackie entered Kai’s room without knocking.

Out from the corner of my ear, I hear heels clacking on the floor. "Okay, call me right back to confirm when it's all set. Bye." I hang up and turn around, gasping at the sight of Jackie in her wedding dress. "Jackieoh my" I gush and walk towards her, taking in the sight of her. She is a vision in that dress: a long sleeved Chantilly lace dress with a sweetheart neckline, it flows all the way down until it stops just past her feet. There is a purple sash which gathers at her waist, emphasising her gorgeous petite figure. She looks like the belle of the ball with her blonde hair fashioned in a curly down 'do, topped off with a crystal and diamond brooch.

The upper area till her thigh was in black reaching down to a shade of baby blue leaving the tail in royal blue colour. It was a one side strap with stonework and it was backless with a deep neck reaching to her lower back with three to four straps enhancing the keyhole. The neckline was well defined and the dress was being made by Sherri Hill which specially made for her. Her hair was kept in a loose fairy tale hairstyle with blue small flowers on it. Her Smokey eyes perfected with those red lips. A combination of blue and black accessories being given to her with six-inch velvet black heels.

She had to attend a charity event today and didn't want to be late. After work, she hurried home. She didn't have time to go to the studio for styling, so she applied light make up and put on the dress that Jack had gave her. The dress was a simple and conservative off-white slim-fitting long dress. Although the style was simple, it made her figure look more slender and elegant. Jack had a bad temper, but his taste was good. Hazel looked at herself in the mirror and thought so. She causally tied her long hair into a bun, leaving small strands on each side of her ear to avoid looking dull and add some elegance. Finally she put on the silver heels that Jack had bought her and went out to hail

He was busy. Angelo’s back was to her. She looked at Raquel, who had outdone herself with getting dressed up for this event. She was wearing an eye-catching silky cream-colored floor-length dress. The front of it plunged down to just above her belly button and she wore a stunning and huge ruby pendant surrounded by diamonds. The bottom half of her dress was fitted around her hips and derrière and then had a subtle flare at the knees. It accentuated her hourglass figure. Her red hair was done up in elegant waves, like a ‘50s pinup model. The front panels of her dress were provocatively narrow, covering her breasts, but just so. Laura saw that she wasn’t wearing any kind of bra underneath her

Grandfather Oswald's complete transition to his granddaughter. Inside a glass pavilion built to float above the calm Caribbean sea, Chloe stood in front of a giant mirror. Sixty of the world's best makeup artists are making sure their masterpieces don't have a single gap. Chloe's thick black hair was tied in a neat bun leaving a few elegant strands on the side of her face. Her dress was not an ordinary cocktail dress, but a black couture made from a mixture of ancient silk and transparent bulletproof kevlar, exuding a deadly charm and class that could not be bought.

I called but was met with silence. I wrapped the towel tightly around my check and walked over to it. There was a card on top of the box and I sat on the bed and read. 'Red, Can't wait to see you in them. You always look stunning. Love, Jack' I took it out of the box and gasped at how beautiful and soft it was. "Oh my god," I chocked out and ran my hand through it. It was a beautiful red dress with a low v neck and a low back and a high slit. There was also a pair of black shoe with red crystals on it.