Celana Dark Blue Novels & Stories

“You planned this, didn’t you?” “Obviously I did!.” The dresses were beautiful. Cotton, breathable, with intriguing patterns and bold color blocks of orange and yellow. The blue base was deep and rich, accented with mustard yellow and beige-orange paisley designs that felt both traditional and modern. Pelins eyes sparkled. “Manolya, we cannot pass up such a perfect photo opportunity in Ephesus.” I looked at us in the mirror. We were both smiling. Not the careful, post-trauma smile we’d both been wearing. A real one.

She passed the second rack and slowed. Soft fabrics. A blouse in a blue that was not quite navy, not quite sky, the particular uncertain blue of early morning before the color had decided what it was. She touched the sleeve. "That's a lovely piece," Cecile said behind her. "Yes," Elena said. She moved along it slowly. A dress in cream with a simple cut that would do nothing aggressively and everything correctly. Trousers in a soft gray that moved like water. A cardigan the color of — she stopped. Held it up to the light. The color of the studio in the morning, the early light through those north-facing windows, the pale gold of it.

Our lives were not private and I was slowly starting to see that. Matthew and Celia excused themselves and made it clear we had only a half hour to shower and get ready. I ignored Nathaniel’s attempt to fuck me in the shower, swatting away his handsy approach and focused on making myself look presentable. A quick run of light makeup and a curling iron was all I had time for and I silently cursed myself for sleeping in. The dress I chose from my options was a deep blue with a sweetheart neckline and minimal embellishments. It was royal without being over the top.

"Are you all this stupid or just pretending to be?" Selene snapped, waving a silver stiletto heel in the air like a weapon. "I said sky blue, not this washed-out turquoise mess! Are you blind or just useless?" The young salesgirl trembled, clutching a rack of designer shoes. "I-I thought this was the color you meant, ma'am. It was under the blue section." "Do I look like someone who shops from the 'blue section'? God, are you new here?" Selene's voice was sharp enough to slice through marble.

Celine cannot believe what is happening in her life. But she likes it so much. She didn’t regret anything about it, as she was so hopeful that Callahan would probably have feelings for her the way she had silently liked him since her university days. As her things were properly arranged in Callahan’s room, she noticed how his black and gray things were suddenly invaded by her own things. Though she loves neutral colors as well, she only wears white, gray, and black, which blend so well with Callahan.

I want him to want me, and I'm not going to do that in a dress that makes me look awkward. I turn around, revealing myself to the mirror. This dress is blue - a midnight blue so dark that it looks black in places. The fabric shimmers slightly, and as I twist back in forth in front of the mirror, the glow of the lights brings out shades of glimmering cerulean. It's not especially short - at least compared to some of the others I've tried on - and the neckline leaves something to the imagination. The back, however, dips low, all the way down my spine. The fabric hangs beautifully around the opening, dangling like silken water.

Celeste: “Tempting, but the quarry already has dibs on tonight for Atlantean 101. No room for a shoe funeral.” Seras leans between the seats. Seras: “New rule: the new pair has to be even louder than the old ones.” Kayo holds up her phone. Kayo: “I found a customizer online who’ll dye them any color and embroider whatever you want. My vote: black with tiny glowing tridents that only show up underwater.” I grin. Celeste: “Sold.” We spend an hour picking the exact shade (deep storm-cloud purple with a faint shimmer that shifts to ocean teal when the light hits it).

All these questions, and I know in about an hour, I will get answers to all of them, which makes me want to lock Jena in our hotel room and ignore my parents’ request, but I know that will only make it worse. “What you think of the dress?” Rejena asks, coming out of the bathroom. Her blonde hair with those natural highlights are in curls down her back, the front pieces pinned back to keep the hair out of her face. The dress she has on is absolutely beautiful. It starts gold at the top, then fades to an off white around her waist, the white then fades into a light blue that slowly becomes darker until it is nearly black at the bottom. The best way to describe it, is to say that she is wearing

I could hear soft music and I hated that I was going to be late. I was only ten minutes late, but it felt like I was hours behind. I knew that I looked swollen from flying and there were bags under my eyes that no amount of concealer could tackle. But I'd managed to iron my dress and my eyeliner was actually even. My dress was one of Cecelia's. It was a beautiful dark blue with a flared skirt that fell just below my knees. I knew shorter wasn't approved, so I'd checked to make sure it was long enough. It was tight through the waist with a black leather belt and then up to a square neckline. The straps were wide enough to cover the majority of my shoulders.

Layana smiled at her “Thank you, Rina,” she said taking another look at her reflection. She had chosen one of the dresses she had designed herself. This was one that she rather liked as it was not too heavy, perfect for the warm weather. Consisting of loose pants in a shimmering black satin, a black lace top with fitted sleeves. It was tucked into her pants and showed her black bra and skin through the lacy motifs. The top layer was like a jacket, made of a deep teal blue satin, it was fitted to the waist, emphasising her ample breasts and tiny waist, with her curvy hips, it had a high cuff collar, with buttons down the bodice, it opened up at the waist with a slit down the centre to the flo