Novel & Cerita Cinderella's Dress Is White

It was Irena. Her skin was a perfect blend of caramel and cream, contributing to her unmatched beauty. Clad in a flowing white dress, she looked like a vision straight from a fairy tale. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her flawlessly sculpted figure. Her long, dark locks cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to the pure white fabric of her dress. She was nothing short of breathtaking, and all who laid eyes on her were instantly captivated by her radiance.

“Didn’t Kane tell you anything? Oh my.” She pats me on my shoulder gently and walks to one end of the room. My eyes follow her as she pulls out two magnificent looking dresses. One is a strapless emerald dress that somehow reminds me of Tinkerbell’s fairy costume while the other is a shimmery white dress that seemingly floats as Elena brings the dresses back to the sofa. I am in love with the white dress. Am I to wear this to the party? Gently, she bends over and lays them on the sofa before straightening back up to face me. She sucks in a breath and taps at her chin before pointing to the white dress.

They did not notice a small figure crouched in the corner of the living room, covering her ears in terror. She was still wearing the dress I had never worn before—the one that had been taken back to the mall and exchanged for a smaller size. I drifted over, hugged my knees, and curled up across from her, staring at the dress on her body. It was blue, studded with rhinestones, and very beautiful as it glittered brightly. Like the dress Cinderella wore in cartoons. Daddy had promised long ago that he would buy it for me if I passed my exam.

The last one was a white bloody Bugatti, and as soon as the door was opened, two pair of sexy legs donned in high expensive heels hit the cold ground. It was a woman. A very familiar woman. An epitome of sexy, and dangerous. Her hips swayed with elegance, and her heels smashed the ground with Majesty as she walked into the wedding hall with a unrivaled AK-47 on her shoulders. She had shot the bullet, and disrupted the wedding. Royalty was the first one to see her. Easily, he recognized his wife but Instead of excitement, his eyes widened with shock. What was Cinderella wearing? She was donned in a provocative red gown that did a good job exposing her fleshy thighs and cleavages. Her hair was

‘Aurora, it is time. The woman was back shaking her gently out of the blackness, ‘These servants have been assigned to get you ready for the ceremony, please let them do their job.’ Over the next hour, she was pampered and primped her hair and make-up were immaculate, and the dress they brought for her was exquisite. It was purest white shot through with silver, a simply cut Elizabethan style that flowed to the floor, the top half was a basque and the servants tugged the laces so tightly she could barely breathe. Her waist was tiny and the dress pushed her breasts up offering them to any male who danced with her that night sewn onto the fabric were hundreds of diamond chips that caught the l

He kept asking what my suit would be like, if I preferred white or would I go like modern weddings where tradition is lost and they risk colors. His doubts ended when he set his eyes on my dress. Sure enough, it was white, bare shoulders, cinched to the waist by a bodice, to give way to light-looking tulle encrusted with diamonds; I was inspired by Cinderella's blue dress, but with a longer train and without so many layers of tulle. It was an expensive dress, but I didn't regret it because the sun created sparkles, literally making me shine.

My shoulders sagged; I gave up. The dress I was meant to wear had been laid out on the bed—the most beautiful one I had ever seen. It was a pure white flowing gown, adorned with hundreds upon hundreds of diamond crystals; I couldn’t even imagine how much it would cost. Two maids walked in; they bowed to Julia and then to me. “She should sparkle like the stars when you are done. I expect nothing less.” Julia instructed them before finally leaving me alone. It took everything in me to hold in the tears. I had done everything he had said. I had followed their rules, and at the end…

It's a bra. “This is not mine!” She yells again. “Have you been cheating on your fiancée, Thane?!” ***

“You always charm me, even in a crowd like this.” I was wearing a modern Cinderella princess-style dress with layers of soft tulle flowing from the waist to the floor. Shimmering sequins adorned the dress, reflecting the light and making me feel like the queen of the party. The light blue dress exuded a soft sheen under the lamplight. Small flowers that matched my dress adorned my long, black hair, creating an elegant look. Leopold was in a white shirt and black cloth pants, looking so simple yet still handsome. His alluring smile makes my heart beat faster. He is always so attentive to minor details, including the theme of the party this time.

"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.