Novel & Cerita Ciel Dress Black Butler

The butler was wearing a white glove as he lifted his hand, did a thumbs-up gesture, and smiled smugly, making me want to hit him. I chose a long purple dress. The upper part of the dress was a tight tube that had a slit going right down to my belly button. The soft silk flowed down from my waist, and there were beautiful flowers embroidered into the bottom half of the skirt that would move along with the wind as I walked. It made me look beautiful and sexy. I dressed myself up beautifully, thinking I would be the most beautiful person in the room. But the second I saw Nicholas, I felt like time had stopped.

"How did he know my exact measurements for everything? It’s like this dress was made just for me." Brandon smiled, a touch of pride in his voice. "Ethan pays attention to details, that’s for sure." Britney’s dress was a deep blue velvet that fit her like a second skin, highlighting every curve. The strapless design and sweetheart neckline framed her shoulders and collarbones perfectly. The bodice had a subtle ruching that added texture without overwhelming the sleek silhouette.

He stood motionless like a statue, his dark eyes widening as they locked onto the silhouette gracefully making its way down the sweeping staircase. It was Hellena. The curvy woman was dressed in a premium velvet evening gown in a deep maroon shade—a choice personally selected by Mrs. Hansel that fit her perfectly. The gown hugged her figure beautifully, accentuating her full waist while maintaining an air of refined elegance. Her long black hair, usually tied back neatly, had been styled into a loose modern updo, with a few delicate strands framing her slender, fair neck. Her soft makeup enhanced her full face, making her round eyes appear even more radiant.

"How about this?" She got up in a champagne dress, it was long and if measured it would reach my feet. It was so simple to look at, just right for me. "I want the black one, Glazilda." Boredly I said. He insisted that I not wear the black dress I chose, why is it beautiful, ah? "Celeste, for goodness sake! You're going to attend a wedding not a party!" Henry held him by the shoulder so he looked at him.

She was looking at the armor. The dress was a custom creation from Maison du Ciel, delivered only an hour ago. It was crimson—a deep, arterial red that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. The silk clung to her body like a second skin, the neckline plunging in a daring V, the back completely open. It was a dress designed to stop hearts and start wars. "Red again?" The voice came from the doorway. Vespera didn't turn. She watched in the mirror as Cyprian entered the room. He was already dressed in a tuxedo that fit his broad shoulders with military precision. The black tie was undone, hanging loose around his neck.

Her dress was not an ordinary cocktail dress, but a black couture made from a mixture of ancient silk and transparent bulletproof kevlar, exuding a deadly charm and class that could not be bought. "You beat the tropical sunshine, my Queen," Alpha King's distinctive baritone voice echoed, interrupting the noisy whispers of the make-up artists who immediately withdrew respectfully. Alexander Sterling entered in a midnight blue three-piece tuxedo designed by a secret Savile Row tailor. His aura, which was usually thick with the smell of battle blood, was now completely covered by the charisma of a god-level aristocrat. Chloe turned around, smiling proudly at the doomsday man who was now hers al

Cleia had been nervous ever since he sent her the message that afternoon: “Wear the short black dress I bought you. No bra. No panties. Hair down. Be at my penthouse at exactly 7:30 p.m.” Now, seated beside him at the round table with four important investors, she felt the icy air-conditioning brushing directly against her hard nipples beneath the thin fabric of the dress. The black dress was far too short—barely reaching the middle of her thick thighs—with a generous V-neckline that plunged almost to her navel, leaving her heavy, firm breasts almost fully exposed. Every movement made the fabric slip dangerously over her rosy nipples. Albert, forty-eight years old, looked impeccable in his c

the other lady replied. Calista shrugged. The dress looked a lot prettier on her as she turned. Her mouth opened at how perfectly the dress fit. “Are you ready, Miss?” Felix asked, ducking his head into the room, his brow raised at how beautiful she looked in a chic, off-shoulder cocktail dress, her hair dyed into a golden hue, yet it maintained the black at the uppermost part of it. She had it cut at the chin and parted, giving her the sophisticated look of an heiress.