Cinderella The Movie Dress Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Mary was in front of the mirror preparing herself for the dinner she was invited to, at the palace. She opened the closet and chose a beautiful dress that her employer's daughter gave her as a Christmas present. It was still smelling fresh as it came from the box. She applied a little bit perfume and put it on. It was a tight dress covered with a long lace that reached ankles. Its colour was cream and gold. She wore the high heeled shoes that matched the golden colour of the dress and plaited her long hair and it nicely at the back. She dabbed her face with the make up Chelsea gave her and it perfectly matched her even toned skin, making her look like the princess doll. She turned around in

I fell asleep in the middle of the movie. The morning sun cast its rays, making my eyes flicker. I woke up, immediately greeted by the warm sunlight coming into my room through my window. I looked at the other side of the bed empty only to find two boxes in his place. Curiosity got the better of me and I opened the white round box only to find a beautiful baby blue off-shoulder puffy dress. On the other box, there was a pair of glass shoes. Just like Cinderella.

"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.

Today was going to mark the end and the beginning of a lot of things. ... Kendell had specifically instructed me to wear the dress he claimed to have hand-picked for me. It was one of a kind—a deep red mulberry silk. Its glitters could blind the eyes. I had opted for the dress not because I wanted to, but because I didn't want any more drama. Who knows? Maybe Xena paid for the dresses at the mall herself just so she could strip me naked. But at least with this, I was assured I wouldn't be stripped bare.

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.

He said pinching my nose and leaving the room with his suit. I looked at the heavy box in my hand and placed it on the bed then untied the ribbon. When I lifted the lid I gasped in shock, there was sitting a baby blue color dress that looked like it came out from some Cinderella’s movie with a pair of crystal heels and a makeup bag. I pulled out the dress from the box and admired it. The bodice of the dress was covered in sparkles and the bottom skirt was made up of chiffon. With bubbling feeling in my belly, I ran towards the washroom to take a quick shower.

My stepsisters stopped fighting and turned their attention to me. “She’s really the laziest maid in this house. She can never get anything done!” Cindy said with a scoff. Mindy fell into the couch nearby, clutching the invitation that she had finally managed to wrest out of her sister’s hand. “Cindy, what are we going to wear to this ball?” Lizzy picked up her teacup, taking a short sip. “Don’t worry sweetie, I’ve already sent word to your stylists. You’ll look your absolute best for this ball.”

I pointed to a onyx backless satin dress that had a cowl design and a high back slit. "Let me give them to you to change," Veronica winked, undressing the mannequin that had the dress on. "Go change my Cinderellas," we swooped into the dressing cabin. "This dress is a killer. I don't think I will select another one," I heard Riri say while I was changing. "You look very beautiful darling," "Thank you, just wait till you see jazz first. I believe she will look gorgeous," I almost rolled my eyes as Riri assumed her words. But she was right, I looked very beautiful in the dress.