Clueless Amber Outfits Novels & Stories

A Few Days Later Amber sat in front of her dresser, letting out a quiet sigh as she applied the final touch of makeup. She wore a red velvet gown that hugged her slender figure perfectly, accentuating her curves in all the right places. A slit ran up one side, revealing her long legs, while the plunging neckline offered a bit of cleavage, making her looked like she had just stepped out of a magazine cover. "Are you sure this is the right dress for the event, Jess?" Amber asked Jessie over facepalm. Her iPhone was seated comfortably on the mirror while she adjusted her earrings.

, she cursed at him and swung his hand off before walking to her room angrily “Why would she love someone like him? Are men of lower standard her kink? Why will she stoop so low?”, he muttered to himself as he walked to his room. **** Amber woke up the following morning and dressed up for work in a wine skirt and white shirt with a long rope at the neck which she fixed into a bow tie. She checked her bag to see if she hadn't forgotten anything to avoid issues like the last time and finally stepped into the sitting room, so she could leave for work.

“Well at least let Ginger go with you to the front door..” “You won’t stop huh?” She smiles, “fine..” she says.. “well then.. I’ll see you soon Summer..” “You too!” I tell her before she leaves downstairs with Ginger. I turn and look at myself in the mirror. The sleeveless dress was yellow. The type of yellow in sunflowers making it look warm. It flowed down covering my legs fully. I liked it that way. Flo had even bought me a matching bracelet. It looked good on me. “Oh my!” Someone, who seems to be my mother, gasps, “my little girl is so beautiful and all grown up”

The sound of footsteps descending the staircase caught their attention mid-laugh, cutting the sound short in an instant. They turned toward the stairs and froze. Amber was descending majestically, one gloved hand trailing lightly along the polished banister. She wore a deep emerald gown that clung close through the bodice before falling in one smooth, unbroken sweep to the floor. A single strand of pearls sat cool against her throat, simple and understated, and somehow more striking for it than anything gaudier could ever have managed. Her hair was swept back from her face, a few loose strands framing her cheekbones, and there was a stillness to her expression that hadn't been there the day

“Sometimes that’s all I can offer.” As Amber picked out her outfit, my heart filled with gratitude. In the midst of so much turbulence, we could finally find moments of lightness. A lightness that I had lost for so long, I almost didn't remember what it was like. After a while, she finally came out of the room wearing a pink cotton blouse and a denim skirt. She was radiant. "What do you think? It is good?" She turned to show me, her expression mixing anticipation and nervousness.

she announced. “Give me a second,” Amber replied, rubbing her nose. Once the artist left, Amber took off her wet bra and panties and sorted through the clothing rack. Among the hangers, she spotted the pink dress from earlier. She ignored it, going instead for a white floral gown—plain and comfy. She stepped out and saw Alpha Mason walking toward her. “I... I want to go home,” she said quietly. “I know. Come with me,” he replied and shoved his hands into his pockets, walking ahead.

Friday evening when Amber got home, she was checking through her wardrobe for anything presentable she could wear, the fundraiser was by 8pm and she had nothing to wear, Todd had said he’ll take care of it but she hasn’t seen anything, she was frustrated and sat on the bed with a thud when her door bell rang, she ran out to see who it was, she peeped out through the door viewer, a delivery guy was standing there with a big box in his hand, Amber quickly opened the door and the guy said “Delivery for Amber Curt" “am Amber" she responded and the guy gave the box to her and asked her to sign, she did and went back in with the box, when she opened it, she brought out a long black gown, the gown

was all Amber could say as she dug her teeth into the second donut she was holding. "How are you?" Taylor said, still standing on her feet. "Pweedy ghudd" she heard Amber say with her mouth full. "Oh well,you do look healthy and with that can we leave I don't want to hang around anymore" When Amber heard that she got to her feet as she picked up her small purse that had just her phone and credit card in it,she had on a blue free summer dress that was light as a feather and felt incredible soft on her skin,it was sleeved and had a little turtle neck going on as she tried to cover up her fading hickeys, Amber was lucky the sun had gone in since it was almost evening and there was enough breeze

I smiled and changed into my clothes and walked out. Amber was holding three more different sets of lingerie. I frowned ans asked, " What's all this?" She smiled and replied, "For a few occasions". I whined, "But it's enough". She placed her forefinger on my lips and said, "You said your Daddies were loaded. Why were whining for a little?" I pout and said, "Ok". After we paid, I asked the other two bodyguards to carry our bags. We walked into a boutique. I voiced at Amber, " We were going clubbing tonight so search dress for that and by thr way get what you like too. I am paying" she squeaked, "Thank you Dame" so far no one called me using that name. What to say even I found it recently so I

“Sure.” It was not long before it did, and Linda answered it. Isabella heard some introductions and some familiarity between them before her door opened. Amber popped in, and Isabella’s jaw just about hit the floor. Amber had her hair down and was wearing a very tight short knit green dress with her hose and heels. It left nothing to the imagination because it was so form-fitting. She tried to look elsewhere, but it was difficult. Amber turned around to show it off before handing her a bag. “These are for you to keep. I insist.” Isabella chose the purple dress and put on the shoes. “My aunt will love this. Do you know her?”