Cinderella The Movie Dress Novels & Stories

Soft blue satin, off-shoulder, delicate and flowing. When I stepped out this time, Nike leaned forward with a grin. “Awww. You look like Cinderella.” Heat rushed to my face instantly. I looked down at the dress, then back at him. “But,” he added thoughtfully, “this is too soft. Maybe for a wedding or something.” My eyes widened. “A wedding?” He smirked. I turned quickly, hiding my expression. “I think… next one.” He nodded, still amused. Back inside again, the third dress felt different the moment I touched it. A cream bodycon tube dress made of glitter fabric that didn’t shine harshly but illuminated softly, catching the light in a way that made everything glow.

Sofia's Point of View "That dress looks so pretty," Stacie said "I agree. You look so pretty," Tammie added "You think so?" I asked. We were at the dress shop for over an hour. Every dress I had tried on didn't seem right but the light blue dress was beautiful. It looked like the dress Cinderella wore before she went to the ball. "Yes, you look beautiful," Stacie said "You do look beautiful, Sof. Ethan isn't going to take his eyes off of you," Ella said

she squeaked excitedly. I wobbled after her and raised my arms, giving her the chance to fix the dress on my body. It was a red dress that hugged my body in more places than I could have allowed. My curves were enhanced, and my thighs were exposed on one side as the slit spread to my foot. “You look so amazing,” she cried out, clapping her hands with excitement. I rolled my eyes and clicked my tongue. “Esther, may I see what I look like now?” she looked even more excited than Cinderella’s fairy godmother at this point. I could only hope that I looked half as good as her.

Zita screamed. "Nat are you competing with Etienne's grandmom? Your dress should help Etienne to be glued to you entire night."She had a glint in her eyes. I held out yet another dress. "He is not taking you to the sunday's church service."I surrendered putting my hands up in the air dramatically. "Yes Zita bear, but I don't have anything to wear ."When do girls have sufficient dress? "Hey wait,maybe I've got the dress for you." She hurriedly opened her luggage and rummaged through her clothes.When she took out the beautiful dress I gasped.It was a golden sequin surplice wrap assymetrical cami dress.

my wolf said in proudness. " The queen of dark magic,I can believe penny thinks we are capable of taking over after her." " That's because we are." I turned around excitedly and smiled at my reflection. For spending a little over an hour, the sofia and Christabel definitely worked their magic. I truly look like a queen, the queen of dark magic. As for the dress, it was a beautiful blue lace piece that fit my figure perfectly like a second skin. It almost reminded me of a wedding dress except it was a lot more heavier to move in it. I felt like Cinderella and I was sure my prince charming was downstairs waiting for me.

She could pass for a queen without even trying. Mrs Santiago brought in her dress. It was a dark strapless ball gown with a sweetheart neckline that revealed the upper part of her cleavages. The cloth was so beautiful. Annie saw the tag and got speechless. She can't believe she would he putting on a cloth worth millions in her life. The shoe was silver, it was a pair of comma Cinderella heels. "Isn't this too much?" Annie questioned. "Nothing is too much of I want to get what I want" Lila replied. Annie wished she could understand what the woman meant fully. She only understood her to an extent.

Ohhh, there's a tiny letter. 'Good morning beautiful, I know you're bored inside the house. Don't worry, we are going to have fun tonight. Wear this cute Jasmine costume, okay? I'll be really sad if you don't wear it. x Aladdin' So he was the one that sent this. Not a total shocker there. He is really serious about this whole going out with costumes thingy. To think we're not even kids anymore. Whatever. Do I really have to wear this? It's too sexy and my bruises can be seen so I'll have to cover it up with concealers again.

But while staring at the pretty dress in her hands, she knew she didn't become neither the fairy or Cinderella. 'Thud' The dress fell down. With downcast eyes, she whispered, "Grim reaper." She isn't a princess. Because in every fairy tale stories, the princess must meet her prince instead of a grim reaper. Celine picked it up and glance at her reflection to see her lifeless eyes. Smiling as if she feels sorry for herself, she tried the dress. It is indeed pretty, giving justice to its price. "Woah, it's beautiful," she gasped an over exaggerated praise. After enjoying the little moment she could adore it, she reached for the zipper at her back. She was about to zip it down when strands of h

I couldn’t help but giggle at Aunt Marie’s words earning myself a growl from Vanessa, I could have sworn that her clothes were getting tighter and shorter as the days went by. I however had already found my dress; it was a strapless dark purple ball gown with matching elbow length gloves and eye mask. I had scars that ran up both my arms from when I had my blackouts, those days were happening more often than not and so far, nobody had noticed them. That was how I planned on keeping it. When Vanessa finally came out of the changing room, I had to admit she looked good. Her dress looked similar to Cinderella’s. It was a royal blue that hung off the shoulders with a matching choker and mask, th

All the attention was focused on us. Damien snake his hands around my waist as we walked. My dress was sparkling like a star. It was a long off shoulder dress made of diamonds. There was a cut that stopped at her thigh. The dress hugged my tiny waist, bringing out my curves. We were the centre of attention now. They kept taking pictures of us from different angle. Some business men kept coming , shaking hands with Damien, giving me a list stare when leaving. I noticed a lady giving me deadly stares. When our eyes meet , she suddenly smiled. Not a nice smile tho. You know this Cinderella's stepmom's evil smile.