Bowsette X Peach Novels & Stories

Good for her, eh? She shrugged her shoulders and took the shopping bags, making her way out of the boutique. She had been given special treatments here and she was overwhelmed, reaching back to her house she tried the dress. Oh, and it fitted her so very perfectly. Bessie was sp pleased and her happiness can be shown in her face. She googled about Peaches Boutique and searched for all of their signature dresses which were very beautiful. She wanted to buy all of them but hers was also very pretty. For the first time in her life, Bessie had purchased this type of expensive dress for herself.

Too dramatic. I applied another layer of the pretty peach nail polish that matched my bridesmaid gown and waited for it to dry completely as Ken finally put her cell phone down and stretched her arms above her head. Ken’s dress was in a similar peach colour, except that she’d chosen a short knee-length dress that was off shoulder and had a sweetheart neckline and she’d paired it with diamond drop earrings and a matching bracelet that had been a Christmas gift from Victor, Grace’s younger brother and Ken’s husband.

I nod my head and search through the heaps of black numbers strewn on the bed for the latter dress that she mentioned. Finally finding it, I raise the dress and observe it under the light. The dress was exceptionally beautiful with the hem stopping a few centimeters above my knee. It was also quarter sleeved with a peach border in the end. It didn’t look too conservative or slutty. Just simply…sweet “I think I’m going to go with the peach neckline you mentioned. It’s cute. The lace one looks like I’m going out on a date” I state and hear Ava hum in agreement through the phone speaker.

Pink only nodded with a smile. "I am not trying to cloud your head with negativity but this is life, and life is filled with Peaches and Bottles," Kim explained to Pink. "You know peaches are beautiful while bottles when broken are harmful and painful. Beauty and pain - life is beautiful and painful too. You just have to get used to it and make the best out of your peaches and bottles." "I'll try," Pink said dryly. *** "Don't be ridiculous!" Payson yelled across the living room at Nathan. "She is pregnant with your child!"

The peach colored bow that disguised the pins at the back of my head was made of the same peach colored satin as the dress that I wore. I took a moment to admire my reflection in the cheval mirror. I was beautiful. Jasmine had outdone herself. Whoever planned my wardrobe had phenomenal taste. The peach color of my dress complimented my coppery hair while making my flesh look even paler than it was. Since pasty pale skin was in fashion for the aristocratic female, this was good.

He wasn't going to stop doing it regardless of how much I talked. He was about to say a word when the first dressing room's door swung open and Bridgette walked out of it in a pretty peach dress. For a second, his face lit up as he took her in. The peach dress fit so perfectly on her curvy body and its features complemented her skin. She looked like a model right out of a magazine. I'd not seen her in a dress as seductive as this and it was probably because she was an ambitious lady who was head bent in her work that she resorted to pants most of the time and the few times she wore dresses, they weren't as clingy as this one.

Owen smiled and clarified, "Ms. Solace, the Hamilton Group has a lot of subsidiaries. We dabble in many areas. Le Printemps is one of our assets." "What do you want to buy?" inquired Ambrose. "Uhm..." Larissa looked at the mannequin. She turned meek. "I wanted to buy this outfit for you." "For me?" Ambrose couldn't believe what he heard. "Yeah..." Larissa twiddled her thumbs. "I passed by the boutique, and I thought you would look good in it." Naturally, Ambrose was pleased by the response. The chubby man understood and volunteered to present the outfit.

They both offered tight smiles and nodded in my direction. I couldn't tell if it was just my perception, but it seemed like everyone at this school was exceptionally attractive, both guys and girls alike. Peach, in particular, embodied the epitome of perfection. Her flawless golden skin complemented her long, straight auburn hair, which framed a widow's peak hairline. She fixed me with curious jade-green eyes.

'Oh, Garvin', I shook my head before proceeding to put on the dress. The peach jumpsuit had a corset and cinched mybwsyst perfectly, loosening at the hips. And I loved the way the colour complimented my skin. Heck, yes, even I was beginning to think that peach was indeed my colour. I decided on pairing it with a white real suede sheer mesh heels and a white clutch bag. Satisfied with the basic look, I walked over to my jewellery box, putting on a clover necklace and earrings with a diamond bracelet. For my face, I did light nude makeup and applied pink lipgloss. Then, I put my hair up in a ponytail and headed downstairs.

“That is more like it.” Penelope zoomed in on the clothes. “That is the one!” She squealed and yanked it off the rack. The dress was a peach dress. The fabric covered only her boobs but still gave a tease of her moulds, exposing her midriff and belly button. The back plunged dangerously above her butt crack. The rest of the dress moulded to her body like a second skin, ending many inches above her knees. She changed into the dress and paired it a pair of Red bottom heels. She grabbed her phone and her purse, twirled in front of the mirror with a smirk on her face. “Great job, ladies.” She applauded the stylist and the makeup artist.