Black Qipao Dress Novels & Stories

Hold it up again. She lifted the choker of fresh water pearls to her throat. The dress her mom had sent was a black thigh-high sequin gown that cut horizontally across her cleavage. It had a little non-distracting ruffle on the sleeves. There was no back to speak of, aside from a slender strip of Swarovski stones that connected one side to the other to keep the front from falling off. Otherwise, the back was bare to just above the crack of her butt. "Ditch the necklace," Ugo said.

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.

In the Master Suite - One Hour Later The dress Alex had picked for Zara was really white. It wasn't the flowing, ethereal silk dress of the gala night. This one was structured, looked more like royalty. It was a sheath of heavy, ivory crepe that hugged her body like an armor. It had long sleeves, a high neck, and a slit up the leg that allowed for movement. It was elegant, modern, and undeniably regal, just perfect for a Queen.

She gave me a nervous smile. “Miss… Mrs…?” She looked helplessly at Dominic. “Mrs. Blackwood,” he said. I turned my head slowly to stare at him. He did not flinch. The maid looked like she wanted to sink through the floor. I took the garment bag from her and unzipped it. And then I actually laughed. It was a dress. A very expensive dress. A very severe dress. A black, high-necked, long-sleeved, floor-length dress with sharp tailoring and a waist so precisely cut it looked like it had been designed for a funeral, a coronation, or the world’s most intimidating widow.

After a moment of thought, Michelle replied, “...She should be doing well.” Brandon responded, “Oh, if she’s been in good spirits lately, could you please ask her when she plans on removing me from her blacklist?” Michelle was taken aback: ??? Just as their conversation seemed to diverge, the makeup artist finally arrived to style them. Michelle had a delicate and gentle beauty. After discussions with Leonard Chen and the publicity team, they decided on a teal qipao for Michelle. They also thoughtfully prepared a shawl in case she felt cold. The makeup artist, having only seen her photos previously, paused in surprise when she saw Michelle in person.

When the seamstress held up a black gown with a high neck and long sleeves he spoke for the first time. “No.” He crossed the room, pushed the rejected options aside, and pulled a different dress from the rack. Black. Floor-length. A slit that would open all the way to the top of my thigh when I walked. The back plunged in a clean V to the base of my spine. No straps. Minimal structure. “This one,” he said.

How could he be so… despicable? Xavier had prepared a blue dress for her featuring a sailor collar. The hem of the dress reached just above the knee. As she came down the stairs, Xavier was momentarily breathless. He loved the way Quinn looked in a dress—her legs simply looked stunning in it. Quinn approached him. As always, he was impeccably dressed in his signature black shirt and trousers.

"Did you see that dress on her? That is a smile Jiangnan's cheongsam, not prominent power and wealth simply can not buy, no wonder she dared to blackmail that two million, only afraid to climb on the high branch of ...... a small age will not learn, really with her that vixen mom a kind of ......" Qiao Jingjia still remembered that piece of cheongsam that thousands of gold can not be bought, jealous eye red. As Mu Zenin listened in, his heart became even more uncomfortable. He should loathe Mu Zi, but when he heard Qiao Jingjia's curses, instead of feeling relieved, his heart became even more unpleasant ......

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.

When they were getting clothing for the kids, they cajoled Reyona to try something out too. “Please, do,” Maxwell added to their plea. "I just know you are going to look magnificent in whatever you put on.” Reyona eventually tried the Qipao. The dress fitted her like a dream. The cream-coloured, tight-fitting, shin-length dress has a standing collar with an asymmetric left-over-right opening and two side slits. It was beautifully embroidered with the emblem of a magnificent phoenix rising in a wraparound way that goes from the back to the front. Exquisite knot buttons adorned the front to the midriff and the hazel green embroidery matched well with Reyona’s eyes.