Novel & Cerita Crimson Lace

The dress was a declaration of war. ​It wasn't white. Kaelen had been specific about that. “We are wolves, Elara. We don’t pretend to be innocent. We wear the color of blood.” ​I stared at myself in the floor-length mirror of the bridal suite. The silk was a deep, crimson red, clinging to my curves like a second skin. It had a slit that went dangerously high up my thigh and a neckline that plunged low enough to make my heart race. It was elegant, expensive, and utterly scandalous.

Gianna’s POV I stood in front of the mirror in my chambers running my hands over the soft, sheer lace of the lingerie Nyx had chosen for me. It was a deep crimson the kind that looked like it had been painted with fire and passion barely covering anything. The neckline plunged daringly, the delicate material clinging to my curves teasing more than concealing. Like I wanted it. The slit up the side of the matching robe revealed far too much leg and the thin straps felt like they could snap under the weight of my anticipation.

Marco said, sliding the corner piece—crispy, custardy—onto her plate without comment. Corrine’s texts pinged a chorus on the counter—place cards, linens, lilies vs. ranunculus. Sasha voice-texted, Lilies. Scent matters more than I*******m. Switch to cream paper; the gray reads funeral at night. Her tone surprised her. She sounded like a person who had already decided. Shower. Steam. The memory of a fist, now a pale crescent. She dressed for noon’s performance: a dove-grey sheath, pearls the size of quiet confidence, a soft sweep of eyeliner. She looked like herself if the mirror tilted toward ambition.

It took about an hour to settle on a black lace dress with about a hundred layers of tulle and an off shoulder bodice. When I stepped into it, an audible gasp went through the room. Crystal attached the fangs onto my teeth and stepped back. She bent at the waist and swept her arm towards me with a flourish like a magician with a good trick. “I present to you, your vampire princess.” Nyx eyes softened. “You look really beautiful. I have a good feeling. Let's go.” Nyx and Crystal lifted the train of my dress and they walked me out to the car. Caspian was already seated inside, and I could see the outline of his face through the dark glass of the limo.

Delicate lace bras with matching panties in black, deep red, and emerald green. I blushed furiously, heat flooding my entire face and neck as I pulled them out. My hands were trembling slightly as I held up the emerald green set, examining the intricate lace detailing. Zayne was watching me intently, his golden eyes tracking every movement I made. "I thought of you when I saw those," he drawled. "I imagined you wearing them, imagined what you would look like in each color, and I couldn't walk away without getting them for you."

This was… something else. Crimson satin poured out of the bag like spilled blood. The bodice was corseted, boned so tightly it would force my waist into an impossible hourglass. Thin straps of black lace crisscrossed the plunging neckline, barely containing what they were supposed to cover. The skirt split high on one thigh—dangerously high—revealing leg with every step. Crystals dripped from the hem like frozen tears, catching moonlight in wicked sparks. It looked designed to shock, to display, to make me impossible to ignore.

Crimson looked at me with a confused expression on his face, but I didn't know what was going on either, so I shrugged my shoulders. "Sorry, but who are you?" Crimson asked, still with that confused expression. Lilac's face suddenly turned red as she covered her mouth. "I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed. "You helped me with picking up some papers a few days ago. My name is Lilac Innocencia." Crimson thought to himself for a bit. "Ah!" He finally realized something. "Right, I remember you now." Lilac bowed again. "As I was saying, I'm very sorry for being rude to you before."

* *The next day* Crimson sat in front of the mirror staring at herself, the make up was done and she was dressed on her Royal attire with a crown on her neatly made hair. A tear dropped from her eyes, she quickly wiped it up. "Our problems sometimes makes us stronger, Moon goddess, Please make me Strong, I'm not doing this because I want to but for the sake of my throne, Please show me a way." Crimson exclaimed. Alpha Zaid joined her, she quickly wiped her tears. "You look really beautiful my Luna, look, I got you a gift." Alpha Zaid said and showed her a diamond necklace. "It's beautiful, but I think that's much."

The lace dress was covered with Italian mesh and composed of patterns embroidered to the gown. The color scheme she’d chosen was a bit unorthodox but Dominic had agreed that everything was her choice. The tables would be covered with black tablecloths because for her it signified his power and dominance. She wasn’t sure yet if that was a good thing or not. The overlays were a sage green, not only because she loved green but because green also signified hope and growth. Her bouquet would be a mixture of red poppies and lilies, flowers that signified her sadness but also her courage.

A low hum came from her throat before she spoke again. “Innocence. You have taken it.” Her face turned into a satisfied smile before her body straightened. Her eyes grew wide and her lips began to move rapidly, like someone had changed the speed, making her mouth not match up with the words the voices were saying. “Crimson approaches and the redeemer is near. A union of great for all to hear. Crimson approaches , yet again. A guardian will meet their end. Only then can the ash rise. When blood spills, the omnipotent cry will be touched by all. Only then can the emerald truly see.”