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She did not know who that designer was, but she could tell by Cheryl's reaction that he was someone impressive. Cheryl looked at the dresses in excitement before finally pointing at the middle one with many small diamond embellishments on the chest. It looked very dreamy. "I'll go with this, then. I want to try it on," said Cheryl. She tossed her purse to Celena and followed the saleswoman to the fitting room in a hurry as she could not wait any longer. Right at that moment, another saleswoman poured Celena a cup of coffee and asked with a smile, "I see that you've been looking at our wedding dresses as well. Would you like to take a look?"

She said. "I don't like something flashy," Clara replied calmly. Beatrice and Cheryl had prepared a long black dress with a low-cut neckline and an open back down to her waist. She used to wear dresses like this long ago, but now? Well, she preferred the comfortable sleepwear she usually wore at home. This outfit reminded her of her past—something she could never erase from her memory. "You should be the center of attention at the meeting, Cla," Cheryl handed her the red lipstick, "that's how it works."

And I’d make damn sure they remembered exactly who I was. He pointed to the two maxi dresses still displayed on the mannequins, fully styled with summer accessories. One was a white, deep V-neck, backless spaghetti strap floral maxi dress, while the other was a red boho-style maxi with patterned short sleeves. As soon as Deniz left, Chelsey sprang into action, helping me get ready with barely contained excitement. Obviously, this moment had reinvigorated her, and honestly, it was contagious. Within minutes, I wore a white dress that perfectly hugged my frame. The soft fabric, the way it moved with me, and the floral design all came together flawlessly. I could already feel eyes on me; we wer

THIRD PERSON POV Cheryl is standing near the staircase wearing a slim fit red dress matching her gold diamond wrist, black heels, and bloody lipstick. Joanabe (Joenabell) and Karene are in awe watching Cheryl for the first time wearing something so sexy that could make anyone's head turn for her. "What's the occasion, Mom?" Joenabell asks in amusement to Cheryl's slim body. "Why? Is there something wrong with my look?" Cheryl's scans to her body and look at her daughter's wandering eyes.

Cheryl, on the other hand, felt like she’d just been thrown into a spiral. Maybe she’d ask Aiden about it later. At the beach. That evening, Cheryl took her time getting ready. She wasn’t nervous. Not really. It was just a casual thing. A picnic on the beach. It wasn’t a date. And yet, she found herself choosing a dress with extra care—a flowery thing that wrapped her ankles and fluttered whenever she moved. She let her hair loose, allowing the wind to do whatever it wanted with it. By the time she arrived at the beach, the sun was beginning its slow descent, casting a golden glow over the waves.

You, who used to be Caroline's right-hand woman, or me, someone who grew up in this family? Cheryl still looked at her icily. "How are you so sure that I have no proof? How could I have prepared two identical dresses in advance if I didn't?" A trace of panic appeared in Moira's eyes at the mention of the dress. "What on earth is going on with the dresses?" Cheryl smirked. "So you finally admit it!" Moira clenched her fists in panic. "You're just bluffing if you don't tell me anything!" Cheryl leaned closer to Moira. "If you want to know so badly, I can tell you."

Mostly girls dress as killer strippers, and the boys as a hot and sexy serial killer. Cheryl blossom is the only girl among them that dress differently, not only her tho. She dressed in this black leather jacket, on top this ripped black jeans, flopping up with also a black boots. Her whole dressing can be described a hot, sexy gangster. Truly Cheryl had the killer look, her gaze alone had Aiden pierce looking at her since the party started.

she called out “In a minute” she yelled a response before she emerged gracefully in a dress that was a vibrant shade of crimson red that danced with the intensity of a blazing fire, her flowing chestnut lock rested beautifully over her shoulder making a perfect match. The fabric draped gracefully, equally hugging her slender figure in the right places. Delicate lace patterns intertwine with intricate beading, shimmering like stardust in the moonlight. Her shoulders were bare and exposed like a delicate flower. “You look amazing Emily” Cheryl gushed, rushing over to admire her dress

(Author’s POV) . Cherry was at the changing room being ready to prepare for an event she was assigned to. Modelling. “Hurry up. Show me the dresses for tonight” Cherry said as she walked to the mirror to check on her self with a smile. “I need you to change to this new dress designed by Tommy Heiser. His latest collection that just came in. Lucky you to get to be the first to walk at the stage with it” her assistant said as she helped Cherry to put on the dress that left a little for imagination on her body.

Nikolas wanted Cheryl to give a clear message that she was the new ‘titleholder’ and that Valentina was history. Reluctant though she was to spend more money on clothes, nevertheless Cheryl did as Nikolas asked. Helped by the fact that she had fallen in love with an ankle-length narrow white evening gown, with shoestring straps and a softly draped bodice that didn’t show too much of her cleavage. The hair-do she had chosen was a low, loose chignon, and she kept her make-up low key, as always. It seemed to meet Nikolas’s approval, and that made Cheryl glad and extremely proud.