Cinderella's First Dress Novels & Stories

Regardless, a soft giggle escaped me, and I traced my finger over the screen, my heart beating a little faster, my mind caught between disbelief and delight. I stared longer at the phone, but I did not type a response. I just let the phone fall gently back onto the bed, my eyes lingering on the dress. I thought I wasn’t going to attend… I had really thought so, but here I am, swayed away by the beauty of this dress that I just have to pull up… * I stood in front of the mirror, my hands resting lightly at my sides as I stared at the reflection staring back at me. The dress was off-shoulder, fitted at the top, flaring out like something from a fairy tale, Cinderella style, and I could not take

When I walk back into the room the girls let out excited squeals; clapping ecstatically as Raven rushes over to help me with my zip, fastening my dress in its place. “Here you go Cinderella,” Dakota teases as she leans across the bed handing me a pair of red bottom court heels; a dazzling glitter embedded gently across the leather sides, a subtle yet unique touch. After slipping my feet into the new heels we make our way downstairs as I put my shoulder cape jacket over my shoulders, hitching my dress up slightly, being careful not to step on the fabric and send myself tumbling down. When we reach the bottom step the faint flow of soft conversation breaks through the closed kitchen doors as R

How dare he say that I don't have a taste! "Why do you have to be so rude all the time, Sebastian?" "Born this way, Petals." When he said that nickname the heat turned the cheeks into scarlet. I had finally found the perfect dress for the Hunting festival. It was a Cinderella blue dress that made me feel like a true princess. I twirled in front of the mirror, admiring how the dress flowed and shimmered in the light. As I walked back to my room, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous about seeing Sebastian again. I knew that he was waiting for me there, and I couldn't shake the feeling that he was going to judge my appearance.

Only she knows the answer to that, and we were not to question her decision on it and to just go with it as it will be worth it in the end. I need to hurry and get my dress on if they are leaving soon, and the drive will only be a few minutes too. I get my dress out of the dress bag, and I admire it quickly on the hanger before I get into it. Removing the dress from the hanger I unclasp the back and step into it. My dress is a full-length ball gown with a blue silk taffeta skirt, with a high waist ruffled belt, a full beaded bodice, and spaghetti straps. The back of my dress is another story. It has a train just like Jen and Selena. But it has this big ass motherfucking bow that is linked to

She was a fairy tale queen who any mortal would fall instantly in love with only a glance. “Wow.” Cassie could scarcely believe it was her. “Amazing what the right dress can do,” she whispered. “The dress only highlights beauty,” Cesar informed her. He carefully smoothed a flyaway strand of hair. “The beauty is you.” Cassie blushed a crimson to match her dress, but Cesar didn't seem to notice. “It's time to get you to the ball,” he said. Cassie could only imagine that this was how Cinderella felt. Instead of a pumpkin, it was a black SUV, but Cassie still felt like a princess. She couldn't wait to meet her Prince Charming.

–or a 10? The lady smiled at me then she took us to a section strictly for size 8 and 10 ladies. This attendant seemed newly employed, she didn't give a long marketing speech. "I want this", Cherry said, pointing to a beautiful Cinderella wedding dress. Cherry and I went to check it out. It has a cape sleeve that fell over my shoulder leaving a V-shaped opening at the back. The train of the dress was the longest I have seen so far. I tried it on immediately. The dress fit perfectly and made me look like a princess. My father's princess. I loved the dress and how it stuck to my skin.

"Bodies like this are a dime a dozen in the entertainment industry." Xavier looked at her intently. "Really?" She withdrew her hand and said, "Stop being so shameless around the kids." Xavier looked over and found Lynn staring at him with sparkling eyes. "Why doesn't Prince Charming have clothes and the glass slippers?" Glancing at the fairy tale, he said patiently, "That's because Cinderella took the glass slippers away." He was so thick-skinned that he actually went into the walk-in closet and searched for a pair of diamond-studded heels. Then, he took them out, went down on one knee in front of Gabriella, and slipped them onto her feet.

For someone who has died in their hands, she could voulge for the dead. “Stop small chats and get dressed, the wedding will soon be in procession” Luna Camfrey urged her into the changing with one of the maids to help her. Emelia wasted no time in slipping into her dress. It was a perfect fit, Fredrick was not ready to play Cinderella and the prince with her but she looked nothing less of a fairytale princess. Her dress was not only one of a kind but specially made for her. Staring at herself before the huge mirror, she saw a glimpse of her mother. She was a beauty and her father had been all whipped for her. She wanted love but now that was too much to ask from escaping death in the hands o

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.

I said, rolling my eyes but smiling all the same. “Bye, Cinderella.” The call ended, leaving me staring at my reflection in the mirror. Maybe Mark was right. Maybe this was my chance to stop feeling like an outsider and start believing I deserved to stand beside Hayden, really stand beside him, not as the girl who got lucky, but as the one he chose. By the time evening rolled around, my nerves were barely contained. The gown Hayden helped me pick out hung from the door, a soft champagne color that shimmered under the light, simple but elegant. When I finally slipped it on and looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself.