Black Qipao Dress の小説・ストーリー

Chapter Eighty Seven - Another Side of Him Kylie came out of the bathroom with a dryer in her hand as she dried her wet hair. "What's this?" She muttered to herself as she touched the box on her dressing table. She opened the box and a red straight gown with black net on it; an Hong Kong style cheongsam with a short split at the thigh. "God! A traditional Chinese dress? I've always wanted to wear a cheongsam. It looks prettier and brighter than the ones I've seen in the movies" Kylie said excitedly as she checked every part of the cloth.

On the day of the engagement, as one of the Sanchez family members, Ashley attended in full dress. Instead of a Western-style dress, she chose an improved cheongsam with moon-white piping and embroidery. The fabric is high-quality dark-flowered silk, sequins, and pearls are all hand-stitched. The cheongsam is tailored, outlining her beautiful figure with bumps and convexes, making her look more slender and perfect.

The costumes as well as the clothes to be used are already there. "The dress I prepared for you is beautiful. In case I don't make it to the finalists, you'll look like a queen! It's like we're winning too!" I looked at the dress he brought for 'kin. My lips parted. That’s a backless long dress! It is royal blue in color and up to a foot long. There is a slit on the right part. It's like the daring look of his choice! "Rose! I told you, it's simple!"

Qin Lianyi appeared to be thinking about something. Just then, the rookie sales assistant came over and told Ling Yiran that there were several gowns that would suit her. However, one of them was a limited edition and she was not in a position to let Ling Yiran try it on. However, Ling Yiran could have a look at it first. She would ask the manager if Ling Yiran liked it. Ling Yiran looked at the photo of the gown the sales assistant showed to her. It was a black gown that looked elegant and mysterious. Due to the diamond inlays, the black dress did not look monotonous. One could even call it dazzling.

“Now, go and change. You have enough time.” The amount of people assisting me to dress is more than just five. They took off my clothes and there were also two of them still caught up about how my hair looks. They straighten it while the other three of them put on the dress given to me to wear. It's a black silk dress that covers only above my knees. It has gold designs on it, and even zippers that I don't know where for. At least it looks very fashionable. I don't know. They pair it with black ankle strap heels. All I did is to stand there and let them do whatever that is needed to be done.

Nothing could be put in nor could anything leak out. "I'm here to pick a gift." She simply stared at the salesgirl calmly. The dazed look in her eyes looked frightening. This time, she finally received ‘fair’ treatment. "What kind of dress do you want, Miss?" "Black, solemn, dignified." "..." What a weird request. Of course, there was no shortage of black dresses, but any woman who came to purchase a black dress would go for the mysterious and sexy black ones. Solemn? Dignified?

Zibah's voice rang out of the closet, and she emerged with something I wouldn't be caught dead in as Zanna. It was a lengthy and gothic black dress with ropes in the middle of the chest, which can be used to control how tight the breast cups should be. My lips curled up in distaste. It looked like something someone would wear to a funeral, but it was beautiful regardless of how depressing it appeared. "You seem displeased. Should I pick something else?" Zibah asked, halting my train of thoughts. "Oh, no. it's perfect," I answered, and a knock on the door drew my attention to the wooden barrier. "You can drop it on the bed and get me a shoe. Also, I'll need you to double-check and ensure my b

"quite a temper huh!'' Nikolai said, shaking his head and patting his heart. He could not understand how Justin managed to tame that little beast to a wild cat. After Miranda disappeared, he ignited his car and drove off. He had to get to the ceremony and keep an eye on justin. He could never let anything happen to him otherwise the princess might skin him alive. He chuckled helplessly listening to his thoughts. How did his lifelong mission turn out to be a mission delegated by the princess? The queen was the last to leave her chambers heading to the ceremony. She was dressed to kill. Someone could mistake her as the next to command. She was dressed in a black royal dress. The train behind h

She gently lifted the side slit of her silk qipao, only to find her skin completely streaked with dark wine residue. The traditional qipao featured an exceptionally high-slitted design. The spilled wine had naturally tracked straight down the line of her bare leg all the way to her ankles, leaving her midsection cold and damp. The sticky sensation was profoundly uncomfortable, triggering an intense desire to strip the ruined silk from her frame immediately. However, since her backup wardrobe had not yet been delivered to the chamber, she could only retrieve a plush white towel to carefully dab at her skin. Right at that exact second of isolation, a series of firm, heavy knocks vibrated throu

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.