Black Qipao Dress の小説・ストーリー

"Yes, your bride will meet you at the location tomorrow. Don't be late." "Yes!" He was jubilant and waved at me, "See you tomorrow." I nodded to him, and he walked in a different direction. I went to my chamber and as soon as I entered, I saw a black dress in a glassy display box. The dress had black pearls around its chest line, hems, and round sleeves. It was strapless and it glittered from the box. In front of the dress, still in the box, was a pair of fully black stone three-inch heels. It was a pair of kitten heels.

I whispered, looking at the kind of black dress she was wearing, completely hugging her body, super mini length that barely reached just below her intimacy. It was a dress made of soft black fabric, covered with lace and featuring eyelets that ran from the hips to the hem, where black satin ribbons were laced through and finished with delicate bows at the hem on both sides and in the back. The cups that beautifully accommodated her breasts were made of pure transparent lace, and it had two ultra-thin straps that held it in place. The ensemble was completed by a pair of seven-eighth fishnet stockings that had the same lace as the dress on the leg and those shiny black high heels with red sole

“Dealing with that witch was way more tiring than I expected.” “Yeah…” Myra sighed. Bria reached into the back seat and pulled out a sleek black box. Inside was a stunning off-shoulder black gown adorned with delicate diamonds along the waist. The dress sparkled beautifully under the moonlight. Myra’s eyes widened. “It’s very expensive. I can’t take this.” Bria laughed. “Girl, please tell me you’re kidding. This black dress costs millions, but it’s low-key, sexy, and gives that classic, elegant look.”

' I ask. 'I'll do my make up so I can get the idea what hairstyle I want to do' she says 'okay perfect whats your dress color you are wearing?' I ask 'It's a dark green Strapless Corset Silk like Satin Dress with High Slit.' She says 'okay perfect lets get started.' I say. after an hour I finished with Jackie's makeup.

I turned around, curious to see who had arrived, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw a shadowy figure emerging from the crowd. As the figure stepped into the light, I felt like I had been punched in the gut. It was Sophia, standing tall and confident in a stunning black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The dress was made of a sleek, shiny material that caught the light, and it was cut low in the front, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage.

Noone spoke a word when they saw the woman infront of them. The place was eerily silent. Tang Li stood there raising her head high as she held onto Mo Zihan's arm. She was wearing a black off-shoulder shining mermaid long fishtail gown. The dress was shining at the edges as it was embellished with real rare fine gemstones. Her dress was making her curves appear extremely attractive but it wasn't revealing as Meng Zhilan's. Her usual slightly wavy long black hair was straightened and it was neatly combed. The stylist had left it free and it was reaching till her waist.

This way, Seraphina Arden could wear an off-shoulder gown while still keeping covered. Another was a long-sleeved red wedding dress. The moment she tried it on, it was stunning. The little extra weight she had made the dress look even more perfect on her. Leon Everhart fell in love with it at first sight. The third was a red qipao (cheongsam). Seraphina Arden had never worn a qipao before. When others recommended it, she waved her hands dismissively. But when she finally put it on and walked out, Leon Everhart couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Amara’s suite felt like a different world, a quiet sanctuary before the storm. The dress, a floor-length gown of liquid black silk, lay across her bed like a promise. It was simple in its elegance, cut in a sleek column that would hug her curves with quiet power. The back plunged into a deep V, edged with delicate silver embroidery that shimmered like starlight, a celestial touch on a dark night. The train was subtle—not long or dramatic, but present, a whisper of power trailing behind her. She ran her fingers over the fabric, the silk cool and smooth against her skin, and she knew instinctively that this wasn’t a choice from a stylist. It was a choice from him.