Cinderella Lavender's Blue Dilly Dilly Novels & Stories

He laughs slightly. “No, they are a real rose.” “Mmm, never seen them before.” I roll my eyes. “Ignore that, of course, I won’t have I barely got to go anywhere.” “Daisy, even if you had the freedom to travel the world, you likely wouldn’t have seen them. It took a week to get them. They are extremely rare, had someone painted them I would be wanting blood considering the cost. They are Juliet roses.” “They are beautiful.” I thought they had painted them that colour.

The seamstress’s fingers trembled as she obeyed, carefully lifting the gown from the box. The fabric caught the light, shifting softly between tones of gray and lilac… muted, elusive, like twilight caught in cloth. Mira’s eyes sharpened, her curiosity sparked. “What shade is this?” she asked, her voice smooth but edged with authority. The seamstress lowered her gaze, forcing steadiness into her tone. “Gray lilac, Luna. The dye is rare… almost impossible to find. I had only enough to make this one gown.”

she asked, massaging my hand with shea butter. “Hmmm, whatever you feel, I don’t know what I’m going to wear” I gleefully replied, noting as her concern grew further. “Sigh, time for some intervention then! I am going to colour them the colour of LOVE-RED!!!” she declared, noticing how confused I was. “Ahmmm Daisy, that might not go with my blue dress from Macy’s” I protested. “Girl, this occasion calls for a fine ass couture!!” she posed like a sassy model continuing to march orders, “ Now follow me”

Jax called out making me blush. I.walked out into my room, on my bed was an amazingly stunning dress. It was a ball gown, long and flowing, lilac in colour and it had no shoulders. It had white light lace from top to bottom with flowers, tulips embroidered in the lace. The mid section had a beautiful bow snd the strings traced around the back to a Vampire that had a dargon wrapping arount it.

Angelina hissed and hit the back of his head. "Idiot! You are still as dry as ever. I wonder how she fell in love with you," Dillon touched the back of his head and glared at her. Angelina shone her teeth and stuck her tongue out. Ivy chuckled silently, the two pals seemed like teens. And Angelina? She knows how to force words out of Dillon's mouth. Ivy inspected herself in the full-length mirror in the workshop. For a second, she didn't believe she was the one in the mirror. Everyone is Cinderella, we only need a princess dress and a prince like Dillon.

I say to the woman, because it's valentine's day and also Vanilla's birthday "What type?" She asks "How about Lily or Sunflower or Hibi --" "I want Hydrangea" I cut her off. "Pink or Purple?" She asked. "Blue." I smiled. "Beautiful choice. I'll be right back". She returned with the blue flowers. "Here" She handed them to me. I smiled paying her as I collected the flowers. "For you girl?" She asked. I smiled, loving the sound of it, my girl. "Yes, for my girl"

I asked, collecting the box from her. “I wouldn’t know, my lady,” Jennifer declared. I shot a squinted eye at her and she rolled her eyes with a smile. I opened the gift box and brought out a dress. It was a sky blue off-shoulder gown with a lacy-covered upper part, flared from the waist, stitched in between the breast line. It looked more like Cinderella’s gown when she went to the prince’s ball party. I looked at Jenifer, she shrugged her shoulders. “What is this for?” I asked.

When he finally turned around and notices our presence the first thing he does is stand and gushes over how beautiful and sexy Sav looks in her shortened Cinderella dress with a pale blue Converse wedged shoe, black neck choker, with her hair up in a messy bun look with a black headband nested inside the bun, and her makeup is a gentle coating of blended blue and silver eyeshadow, a coat of mascara with a thin brush of eyeliner, a beautiful shade of pink blusher called Passion of the Rose, and a similar matching colored lip in a shade darker than the blusher. She is a smoking-hot modern version of the Disney Princess.

“It is.” Enrique’s love had done what time and power never could, it healed Daisy. The twins had been wary at first, but even they had melted when they saw how gently he touched her, how he looked at her as if she were the moon itself. “Alright,” Daisy said, clapping her hands. “We’ve picked the veil. Now the colors.” Lira held up two swatches, one blush pink, one ivory. “The ivory feels more royal,” she said. “The pink feels softer,” I countered.

"His face was so red." The memory should have been satisfying. It was, in a way. But it also highlighted the problem, Erin needed her parents to fight her battles because she couldn't shift. She couldn’t challenge anyone herself or prove her strength the way the pack understood it. "Eat your eggs, Lily." Cassandra pushed a plate toward her youngest. "You'll need the energy if you're weaving flower garlands all afternoon." "I'm thinking white roses and silverleaf," Lily said, immediately distracted. "Maybe some moonflowers if we can find any. Wait, those purple ones that grow by the stream, what are they called?