Dabi Outfits Novels & Stories

After a quick kiss on the cheek, Sebastian discreetly exits the room to give us some privacy. Sabrina meticulously searches my wardrobe and selects an outfit that doesn’t look half bad. It's a somewhat daring red cocktail dress short enough to turn heads, showcasing my back while keeping the cleavage tasteful. Paired with sleek black high heels and my mother's elegant diamond necklace, the ensemble feels just right for the night ahead.

Daisy’s POV I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. I was wearing a short black gown Liam had picked out for me. The gown was open at the back, with silver chains forming several "U" shapes across the space. The sleeves were slightly wider at the wrists, adding a touch of elegance. It wasn’t just about showing skin. I loved the dress because Liam chose it for me. That alone made it special. Every time the cool air touched my back, I imagined it was his fingers brushing against my skin.

Dabhai said pinching my nose. "Haww...! Dabhai you're so mean. You didn't even get engaged you already changed so much. My dabhai my own dabhai is thinking about money. He'll not going to give money to his sister who's so excited for her dabhai's marriage. Who's thinking to wear new different clothes in different ceremonies. For whom she's thinking only for her dabhai's marriage, dabhai's image. What i want?? Only happiness. You snatch it for me. Money is more important to you than me. Please! Mama earth swallow me. I don't want to live in this nasty world." I said dramatically. And Dabhai was literally opening and closing his mouth like a fish. Watching him in this condition, everyone start

Early morning of the next day, 7am sharp. Daisy and Dahlia had already finished brushing, bathing and dressing up. Plus, they both wore similar outfits. Plain baggy ash joggers pants and plain white shirt. Staring at the large wall mirror, Dahlia was satisfied with how the outfits perfectly fitted her. "Whoa. This outfit is the real deal! You're so good at this, big sis". Dahlia exclaimed as she complimented Daisy. Actually, she did so because Daisy was the main mastermind who bought all the outfits they brought here, and that includes the kids' outfits too.

I wish I could hear what they're saying, but the sound of her laughter is enough to fill me with a mixture of joy and sadness. Abby is wearing short pink dungarees and a white blouse underneath. Her feet are shod in sneakers that blend the two colors, but as she gets closer, I notice the twinkling lights underneath. Adrielle is wearing a striped button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms. She's wearing a light-colored skirt and flat sandals. She looks different today, more casual and prettier. Not that it's hard for her to look beautiful in any outfit.

So, David tossed the clothes aside and walked away. Yet, Rebecca inched closer to him while flashing her best pout. "Please try it on, Dan. Who knows? Maybe you'll look good in it." David kept silent. "There are more shirts you can pick from if you don't like this one. See? There are gray, navy, and floral ones. Try on whichever one you prefer. Please?" "No." David didn't even want to look at them. He found the various colored shirts repulsive and way below his standards.

So I’d watched while Abby sorted through her closet, throwing one outfit after another onto the floor of our dorm room, discarding this or that for being too old-fashioned, too ugly, too blah, until she came upon a lavender cocktail dress. “This is it!” she crowed, holding up the skimpy outfit to the light. “It’ll look amazing on you, whenever I wear this I get so many compliments,” she confided. But I was already shaking my head no. “Abs, you know that’s not me,” I said slowly. “I’m a tomboy, the only time I wear a dress is when I absolutely have to, and definitely not something like that,” I said. “More Laura Ashley, floral, long, that’s my style.”

The hug only lasted a few seconds, but she felt great to hold. When we separated Abi looked over the girls outfits, she was much more modestly dressed in skinny jeans and a vintage style batman top. She obviously wasn't out for dancing, but I still thought she looked amazing. "What are you up to?" I asked. "I was just having drinks with a friend. Heading home now," she replied. "What about you?"

Liz settled herself on the bar stool, carefully arranging her skirt. The dress Dara had insisted she buy was swirl of rose and cream, with a full skirt, tight bodice and spaghetti straps. It was so different than the severely tailored clothes she'd built her wardrobe around for the past few years. But once she tried it on she was sold. It was sexy and outrageous and demure all at the same time.

PERSEFONI Two weeks later, Gabe finally recommended me to his business associate who he very well knows is gay. That was the only reason why he even allowed me work. Although his jealous side is a bit annoying, but I also find it cute. Gabby who has been skimming through my wardrobe, searching for her own definition of best work outfit raised a slim fitted black gown and a nude 12”inches heel. “I found the perfect outfit Persefoni!