Diamond And Silk Mga Nobela at Kwento

Rachel and I watched Tina with amused anticipation, observing the smile slowly fading from her rosy cheeks. "What did you say?" "$17.48 million." The salesperson repeated. "No way!" Tina exclaimed. "Even if your family's clothes cost an average of $100,000 a set, I only picked out seven or eight pieces—" "That's because the final price tag on this dress is $16 million. This is a dress with a starry sky theme, a masterpiece by our brand's master craftsman, Picks. It's made entirely of top-grade silk fabric, and each pink diamond is a uniform 2 carats, cut with the highest level of precision. It can display different colors under spotlight, and the same kind of gemstone is used in the crown of

"It's a wall. It's not a door." She was no longer building armor. She was forging weapons. Piece 1: The "Perfect Lie" Dress. She remembered the white. The twenty carats of cold, Vale diamonds. The ivory lace. The "perfect, magnificent lie" of her wedding dress, the one she had torn from her own body. She took that memory and she turned it inside out. She sourced a bolt of the purest, most clinical, optic white gazar silk. It was stiff, unforgiving, with a memory of its own.

"Since you're going to marry me, what's mine is yours. Besides, this is just a green moonstone pendant," Gideon said. I had no choice but to accept the pendant when I saw that he had no intention of taking it back. … Gideon and I were practically glued at the hip for the next few days. Either I strolled the streets with him, or he took me for horseback riding and archery. Our time together was fulfilling and lively.

He groaned and jerked his arm, forgetting for a moment that his hands were bound. I nudged his legs wider and knelt between them, undoing his belt and dragging his trousers and boxers down, admiring his length. I brushed my fingers along it. "Hard as a diamond," I whispered, and Julian smirked. "A diamond? Not rock-hard?" "Diamond is the hardest material there is. And the most precious, too," I hummed, running my tongue first around the head, then along the full length.

"Oh, my Goddess..." Even without knowing its price, I could tell it was worth a fortune. Still in shock, I quickly walked over to the first servant standing on my left and opened the next chest. The moment I saw what was inside, my mouth fell open. It was a breathtaking dress made from the finest silk I had ever seen. The fabric was so soft and smooth that it flowed effortlessly, with a gentle shine that made it look even more beautiful. Silver embroidery was carefully stitched across the dress, adding a touch of elegance without taking away from its simple beauty. It looked graceful, luxurious, and unlike anything I had ever seen before.

“No pressure, then.” We tried gowns of ivory, crimson, and sapphire. Each was beautiful, but none felt like me. Then the seamstress brought out a gown that made my breath catch. It was a deep golden-brown silk, the shade of sun-warmed honey, threaded with silver embroidery that shimmered like moonlight. The fabric caught the glow of my skin, making it gleam, while the silver threads seemed to mirror the shift in my eyes—hazel-green when calm, violet when stirred by Eira.

I really wish Anna was here. The silk threads were red, and they formed a diamond pattern that was hard to see against my dark chestnut hair. But the most important part of the combs were the silver pearl-like beads attached to it. The pearls were placed at various points along the diamond pattern. The combs themselves and silk all but disappeared against my dark hair, the only thing visible were the beads. They looked like little moons nestled in my hair. Wordlessly she moved to my makeup.

The White Silk ​POV: General Vesh (Elara Vance) ​The wedding dress was a masterpiece of Capital tailoring, woven from the finest arachnid silk and embroidered with thousands of tiny, crushed diamonds. It cascaded to the marble floor like a waterfall of pure, blinding light. It was the most expensive, exquisite garment I had ever seen. ​It felt exactly like a shroud.

I can’t even begin to count them. I lift a dress that is completely covered in winter diamonds, sewn with the highest grade of silk. It’s something that I would have had to sell my soul to buy. Then I lift another. This time, a dress that is colored with rubies and emeralds, a blend of scarlet and forest green. All these things. They didn’t feel like mine.