Cecilia Lisbon Dress Novels & Stories

Light touch of foundation with slight ting of blush with bright red lipstick, she looked like a goddess, maybe more beautiful then goddess Aphrodite. Celestine's eyes went down on her dress and a small gasp escaped from her mouth. It was a Victoria's secret backless body hugging black silk gown with a small slid on both sides of her legs, revealing a small portion of her pale, slender legs. Its sides were embroidered with gold thread. Her antique jewelry from Chanel's signature collection 'Lion' with Louis Vuitton's new addition gold clutch and black high heels, were priceless and screaming wealth. Her aura turned from wild to elegant and classy.

Her room was chaos—fabric, heels, and makeup scattered like a hurricane had hit. She blinked, then grinned. “You? Want a dress? Who are you and what have you done with the real Terra?” I rolled my eyes. “Just help me. Please.” Her smile faltered slightly, curiosity taking over. “Does this have to do with Damian?” I didn’t answer. She already knew. Everyone did. Criselda turned toward her closet and pulled out a dress that shimmered like starlight—midnight black, fitted, deadly beautiful. “This,” she said, holding it out, “will break necks.”

He muttered, picking up his phone to text Ixora. The door creaked open, and Cecilia walked in. "Sir, the stage is set." Eric turned to her, his breath hitching momentarily. She wore a black off-shoulder gown that stopped at her knees, both sides slit up to the mid-thigh. The dress hugged her body in the right places. Her hair fell on her shoulder, and her light make-up was perfect. She looked different—ethereal. "Sir..." Eric cleared his throat and looked away.

Rylee I passed out at the end of the lovemaking yesterday. I’ve never experienced such intense pleasure before—especially not with bondage. It’s all so new to me. What’s even stranger is that this morning, Alvar agreed to let Cecilia come see me. Now we’re in the parlor, picking out wedding dresses. The words "my wedding dress" make me pause. The idea of my “rival” picking out my dress feels almost surreal. Cecilia holds up one dress after another. When she gets to a black bustier wedding dress, she flashes a big smile and asks Ruth, who’s standing behind us, "This one’s nice, don’t you think?"

he answered. "When is she leaving?" I asked, mentally mapping out my schedule. I could probably whip something up if I squeezed in the time. "Not sure. You should ask her. I think she really liked that one dress you made with a blend of modern sensibility and Rococo elements." "Ah, she should've told me that last time when she came in for her measurements! I already have a few designs in my drafts with similar elements. I would've loved to show her right then!" I had made three different dresses for Lisbeth's birthday, all featuring vintage or neoclassical elements. The one Soleil was likely referring to was the long pastel-white dress with layers of white muslin and a navy blue sash.

Lisa agreed. After 15 minutes, Both were standing in front of a Ladies Designer Shop. Lisa stepped in first and the man followed behind. Lisa took out a long sleeve red colored dress with a lace cut on the right side of it. It looks elegant and comfortable to wear on a dinner date. Lisa showed the dress to the Cristian. He liked it on the first look. "So?" Lisa asked him. "Hmm.. I think this will suit Grace's personality." Cristian said while looking the dress up and down.

Cecilia said wearing me the long glove, with sparkling stones, I really do not want to believe that these were diamonds used to decorate the glove, giving it a contrast to the dress, the corset the dress made my curves more prominent. "You look like a goddess, master has eyes for really good things," Cecilia said I am in love, I can't describe how I feel in this dress, Cecilia unboxed the next box, and in it lies a neck piece is bright and as well breathtaking, the type that should be in a museum and not on my neck, the most beautiful jewel I have ever laid my eyes on, curved like a snake something so dangerous yet so tempting, I had no words as Cecilia wore them on my neck, the silver plus

A slit in front of it , it was a sexy yet elegant long gown , and Chelsea liked it a lot . " Its - " " I want that " said a brawling voice . Chelsea turned , looking sideways at Felicia who was pointing at the same dress that Cici was holding . Cici glared at her , so did Lulu . They have been trying to act cool with Felicia even when she kept on behaving as if she owned the entire boutique to herself ! " Pack this for me" said Chelsea ignoring Felicia's pointed fingers . She couldn't be brothered with her at all , Felicia ; a woman like her the more someone fed her the more she danced on their head .

Lily nodded. Clarissa roamed about 3 shops but didn't find anything she was satisfied with for Lily. "Oh.My.God" Clarissa gasped holding the fabric of the dress in front of her "Give me this one in her size." she asked the worker as she fell in love at first sight with the dress she saw in front. It was a maroon, satin dress with cowl neck and it had strings tied, covering the back, it fell till the waist exposing the waist of the statue it was on. It flowed on the ground and had a slit from the thigh.

There is a beautiful silver mini dress that Rosa would love, and a clinging, silk pantsuit I wouldn’t be caught dead in, but there is also a long, black dress with a deep-plunge, wraparound halterneck. “Great choice. Very classy,” Celine approves. I undress quickly. “You won’t be able to wear a bra with this. I ditch my bra, and pull the daring dress up over me. Celine ties it at the back of my neck, then comes around the front to stand a couple of feet in front of me. “It suits you perfectly,” she says with a satisfied nod.