Blue Curve Perfume Novels & Stories

“Please, ladies, take a seat. Champagne?” “Definitely,” Julian says with a pleased smile. Celeste claps elegantly, and two assistants appear carrying silver trays of champagne flutes and a rolling rack already loaded with gorgeous dresses. I take a sip of champagne and try not to gawk as Celeste starts pulling pieces. “This one,” she says, holding up a stunning light blue dress, “is from the new couture line. Only four made in the world.” Sydney gasps. “Heaven, that’s totally your color.”

I only had two days left. Then, tucked between a velvet blazer and a hideous ruffled skirt, I saw it. I pulled the hanger out. It was a slip dress, incredibly simple, made of heavy, liquid satin. It wasn't gold. It was midnight blue—a deep, dark, endless sapphire that looked like a quiet rebellion against the bright, aggressive colors of Blackridge. It had a cowl neckline and a delicate, plunging back. No sequins. No rhinestones. Just elegant, understated armor.

“Gabi says that blue is in for brides this spring, but I’m not sure that –” Elise’s amber eyes lit up. “No! Really?” “Really – what?” Sarah said, startled. “Is blue a horrible idea?” “Good Lord, no.” Elise looked thrilled. “I think blue is gorgeous, but so few women think that they can pull it off, and they stick with white or cream.” “You think I can pull it off?” Sarah asked timidly. “With that coloring?” Elise gazed at her fiery curls falling around her porcelain skin, at her clear blue eyes. “No darn doubt.”

I said. “Of course. Red is always dramatic.” I untied the ribbon slowly, as my fingers trembled. Inside there was a dress. A blue dress. Not just blue. It was a rich midnight-blue satin that shimmered under the light like the night sky after rain. The neckline dipped in a daring V line, with the back completely open except for delicate crisscross straps. Everything looked sinful. “No way.” Blue let out the loudest gasp I had ever heard from her.

They were mostly vibrant in color but remained elegant rather than gaudy. Carissa found that blue hues suited her exceptionally well. The outfit she wore tonight was a gentle shade of blue. Not a dark blue, but rather light blue with a hint of lavender, which highlighted her snow-like skin and complemented her beauty mark. The outer layer made of cloud satin was incredibly soft, and its glossy surface shimmered with every movement. Though the garment was somewhat thin, the heated floor was enough to keep her warm. Carissa felt remarkably at ease. After her earlier bout of crying, her nose had been stuffy, but it had cleared up once she took a bath.

The Trio left my outfit for my Grand Ceremony here. The dress is very form-fitting and shows a lot of skin. It is intricately made from the jeweled bodice down to the oceanic wave hem. Hues of blue cascade down the dress ending in a dark purple-blue. I love it but I can not imagine how much it must have cost. The Trio have done so much already to try and right the wrongs of our pasts.

Azzurra The dress. Fuck. It felt like liquid silk against my skin. I thought it was just simple but I was wrong. Blue, the color of a twilight sky just after the sun dips below the horizon. Beautiful. And expensive. The most expensive piece of fabric I’d ever touched. Hell, it probably cost more than my entire life up to this point. More than everything I owned combined, including the ratty old blanket my mother gave me before she… well, before she wasn’t around anymore. Before life went to shit.

It is stunning. “Let me guess, you know what the blue one is and were told how much more this costs than your life?” I look at her, and she laughs. “They said you would likely ask. The blue ones are Grandidierite, and yes, I was told about the cost.” She smiles and leads me to a chair. Placing the items down, she begins to do my hair. It has been too long, I will demand to go somewhere for food after here. Half an hour later, she is still doing my hair.

She weirdly fans the small paper before giving it to me. Everything smells amazing but I was taken aback when I smelled the last strip she gave me. "Oh my God! It smells like Grey Grey!" I swear! He always smells like this 24/7! "Blue de Chanel. Perfect choice madam. Would you like to buy one?'' "Yes please!" After I said those words. I instantly regretted it. I don't have money and Uncle Blake already buy the hoodie for me. The staff already gave me a new stock of the perfume. I am already embarass to return it so I sheepishly went back to where Uncle Blake was standing with his 2 sons. I can hear them bickering.

"Describe it" Merlin studied the flower in her hand and putting it to her nose, breathed in it's scent and closed her eyes,"It's the most startling shade of blue, kind of like your eyes, intense and vivid, turning darker towards the center so it almost seems violet. It's cool but comfortable with a hint of danger that irresistibly draws you in" "Now imagine the color slowly draining from it in delicate tendrils, beginning from the outer petals and gradually moving into the center until all that remains is pure, pristine white", Juliette spoke softly, her voice low and mesmerizing.