Ciel Phantomhive In Dress Novels & Stories

"I apologize your Imperial Majesty... I was very tired from yesterday..." "I see. So, let's try on the dress?" Dylan nodded. "Celena!" "Yes your imperial majesty..." Celena gestured and her servants removed the cloth that covered the mannequin. Dylan frowned seeing the dress. Lizha covered her mouth in amazement seeing the dress. The dress was completely white, wide under the waist, with long sleeves and a high collar. There was also a veil over the mannequin, with some rose ornaments. "It's very beautiful..." Dylan unconsciously let his opinion slip.

I can’t handle any more drama today. I find Hailee at the bar on Fifth Avenue, excited to explore a new spot that her friend Carly tends. I’m dressed in a red dress that fits my body like a glove, my hair styled in a sleek high ponytail, and my makeup perfectly applied. As I admire my reflection, I notice Hailee arriving. She looks stunning in a yellow short dress that highlights her skin tone beautifully, her curly hair falling gracefully over her shoulders. Hailee lets out a whistle as she sees me, clearly impressed by my look.

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.

She couldn’t help but feel insulted, unable to accept the beauty Celeste was now displaying. Chiarra’s dress was a shiny gold gown with glitter, which made it stand out. It had no sleeves, exposing her beautiful collarbone and shoulders. The dress clung tightly to Celeste’s chest and waist, and Chiarra’s gaze lingered on Celeste’s exposed cleavage.

The spotlight shifted, and soon Racheal and Ariella entered the hall. I was momentarily breathless as I caught sight of Racheal. She wore a stunning white dress that hugged her curves perfectly, the back dipping low and accentuating her figure. It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, and the glimmering crystals adorning the gown highlighted her hips beautifully. Ariella mirrored her mother’s elegance in a flared dress, complete with Tinkerbell wings that added a whimsical touch.

~TYLA~ I stared at my reflection, looking at a totally different person right in front of me. Vivian stepped back. Her face glowed with pride as she gently adjusted the shoulder of my dress. "See? I told you," Vivian squealed, clasping her hands together. “You look so stunning, Tyla. You finally look like your old self again, but even more beautiful.” I touched my neck slightly. The dress was an armless and sleeveless midnight-blue silk gown that draped flawlessly down to my feet.

I lifted myself off the water grabbing the towel from Diana’s hands and drying my body. “I just feel there's something off with her disappearance and reappearance,” I mutter loud enough for them to hear. We walked out of the bathroom and into the closet. As I stepped into the walk-in closet, Velia handed me a blue warrior dress. Woven from a mystical blend of cerulean and indigo, the dress boasted intricate silver filigree on the form-fitting bodice, adorned with enchanted gemstones on the silver belt. The ankle-length skirt flowed gracefully, trimmed with silver, and my boots, reaching just below the knees, offered both style and stability. I was never a fan of normal dresses and I had Laur

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.

‘Zac, what’s the rush, what has gotten into you,’ just at that moment Zelda enters the room from the walk-in closet and I wish I had also purchased some less revealing clothes for her. The dress offers more coverage than most, it’s a silver high neck with long sleeves mini dress, diamante fringing is what give the sheer silver mesh its coverage but horizontal slash cuts across her body shows off her full firm breasts. Xael watches her as she enters the room looking unnerved with his presence here. I can’t say I blame her, Laelia yesterday and Xael today. ‘Well Zac, what do we have here?’ he turns to me with a mischievous grin on his face. Busted.

Blown away by the beautiful arrangement of dresses. As they walked in, her eyes settled on a dress, and for a full minute, she didn’t look away. “That’s the seventh edition of the Astra Veil from the House of CẾLESTE NOIR.” The brunette stepped in front of her, running her fingers through the sleek dress that caught the light with a soft opalescent shimmer. “We have seven of these in the world. This is the only one in Morvane. Do you want to take it?”