Cinderella's Dress Live Action Novels & Stories

Afraid, Cinderella's merciless eyes would suck her In if she looked into them again. It was the case of a master and his slave. Cinderella wasn't done. She was a big bully. One sight at Ciara's wedding gown got her laser eyes shimmering with disgust. Unrelated, she suddenly remembered the night both Antonio and Ciara had torn her dress and had forcefully taken her nudes. Cinderella's pupils darkened. Oh! She tilted, gripping the breastline of Ciara's wedding dress. With just one pull, she divided a million dollars wedding dress in two, tearing it into a million pieces.

The moment Ann stepped inside the party hall, she felt she was in a whole new world. The big hall was very bright because of the large beautiful chandeliers. The interior decorations were so beautiful that Ann felt everything came out from fairy tales. People inside all wore luxury brand clothes and accessories. Women’s dresses were so exquisite and their jewelry seemed to shine brighter than the chandeliers on the ceiling. Looking at her plain light yellow dress, Ann felt she did not belong here. She seemed to be stabbed by people’s stares, as if they were saying, “Who’s that girl? Look at her dress. How did she even get an invitation?”

"Dominque will take you to the ballroom tonight to meet the investors. I want you to look beautiful, my dear. So I ordered the most stunning dress from CEVS." My father's body shifted, ready to get out of the room. I paused when I saw his reflection in the mirror. Layla and Taylah, my two personal maids, politely polish my dress and gently comb my long, wavy hair. "And by the way. I want you to wear those shoes," he said. His eyes pointed to the table beside the dressing table. "You are the perfect Cinderella, my dearie," in my father's mischievous smile. My heart sank in both pains, shouting for freedom.

He had vanished back into the shadows of his room before the first maid could rattle a duster in the hallway, leaving nothing behind but a lingering scent of rain and a heart that felt dangerously fragile. I dressed with shaking hands. I chose a structured, high-neck cream dress—a suit of armor masquerading as silk. My reflection looked like a stranger: the "Monroe Girl," the 51-percent stake, the girl who had to marry a Blackwood to keep her life from being liquidated. As I descended the grand staircase, the house felt like a coiled spring. The silence was heavy, but as I reached the dining hall, the sound of silver clinking against porcelain told me the lions were already gathered.

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.

Damn, I feel like Cinderella now. "It matches your beautiful eyes," he said as he took the dress from me. "Let me help you with that." "That's why you always pick blue dresses for me?" "Yes," he pecked my cheek. "It's perfect for a Queen." He bent down and held the dress open for me. I stepped in, and he carefully zipped it up. The dress hugged me tightly. It was a perfect fit, and it felt so comfortable even though it was decorated with diamonds around the side, creating a beautiful pattern.

The necklace around her neck makes her stand out. "Really?" "Of course. I do not lie to you." Rika said, she then asked Sophie to help her with her makeup. She wants to be like Cinderella in Disney. When the makeup is done, Rika really does look like Cinderella. The blue dress is gentle and floating like clouds, and the high heels are studded with stones like the princess's crystal shoes. It was already past seven o'clock when the two girls stepped out into the flower garden. Everyone had arrived in large numbers.

Ana put a ribbon in her braid that matched her dress to tie her whole look together. Mother smiled at us and motioned with her hand for us to twirl for her to see. The rustling of fabric flowing made me giggle, reminding me of the sounds when multiple couples dance around the ballroom and the women's gowns slightly whipping each other's as they spun. The thought made me excited for the night and put a spring in my step as we walked to our carriage. * * * Ella My dress was finally finished and I had let my hair down from its usual high bun, leaving curly waves that cascade down my back. My cheeks were naturally rosy because of my time in the sun during certain chores, so I didn't fuss over ma

Willow's POV The room was aglow with chandeliers, crystal, and light sparkling across the expansive ballroom. I felt a little like Cinderella, stepping out of the car with Jason and Ruby, the weight of the evening buzzing through me. The dress, a deep red satin that clung to my figure and flowed around my feet was enough to make me feel glamorous, but also exposed. Jason glanced at me and muttered, “You look incredible,” before turning to offer Ruby his arm.

The owner, Lydia, looked up from the counter and smiled as soon as she saw us. “There’s my Homecoming girls,” she said. “You’re right on time. Jessa, your dress is ready.” My heart slammed against my ribs. Ready. No more safety net of “we’re still working on it” or “we’ll see how it fits after alterations.” This was it. This was the version I had to face in the mirror. Mariah nudged me forward. “Come on, Cinderella. Let’s see the magic.” I followed Lydia to the back, palms sweating. My dress hung alone on a hook outside the fitting room, protected by a plastic cover like it was something fragile and expensive. Even through the cloudy plastic, I could see the color—deep, rich sapphire blue.