Diane Foxington Blue Dress Novels & Stories

I said. “Of course. Red is always dramatic.” I untied the ribbon slowly, as my fingers trembled. Inside there was a dress. A blue dress. Not just blue. It was a rich midnight-blue satin that shimmered under the light like the night sky after rain. The neckline dipped in a daring V line, with the back completely open except for delicate crisscross straps. Everything looked sinful. “No way.” Blue let out the loudest gasp I had ever heard from her.

Valerie smiled and went ahead to pick one while Alexa halted at the design of one of the dresses. Her eyes could not go off them when it was sighted. “Miss, I see you are interested in this ocean blue dress?” Another attendant asked. The Ocean blue dress is one of a kind. Very elegant and expensive. Many shoppers gawk at it but no one has been able to get it because of its price tag. Made of real diamonds and ruffles at the ankle. A slight cut at the shoulders and sewn with thick yet comfy mesh. The craft itself is worth a trillion dollars.

But I wasn’t going to let them ruin my night. The midnight blue dress shimmered as I held it against the light. The fabric was a soft, silky material that draped elegantly, hugging my figure without feeling too tight. It had a modern design with a sweetheart neckline that accentuated my collarbones, and the thin straps sat delicately on my shoulders. The dress flared slightly at the bottom, stopping just above my knees, making it perfect for a party.

"I'm sure it will all come back to you when you need it." Thank God. She believes me. "I hope so. I really want to do well tomorrow." "You will, dear. I have faith in you." The relief was enormous. One crisis averted. Now I just had to survive the actual auction. Saturday morning arrived with perfect weather and perfect terror. I stood in front of my closet, staring at the dress Vito had chosen for me. A stunning navy blue gown by Oscar de la Renta, elegant and sophisticated. The kind of dress Isabella would wear to establish herself among New York's elite.

The gown fit perfectly, emphasizing every one of my curves. Diane clasped her hands together. “You look incredible!” “You think so?” I asked, turning slightly. “I know so,” she said proudly. “Now try the other one before I change my mind.” She handed me the second dress. It was a silver-white gown. It was elegant and something I normally would wear. “Why do I have to? I want to wear the blue dress,” I told her. “You always need a backup plan,” Diane stressed. “You could wake up bloated or something.”

"Yes. Lord Xandros ordered it. He specifically wanted you to watch it." "What does he want me to feel watching his wedding?" Anna asked, her tone a bit harsh. "I don't know. What do you think you would feel?" Diane asked sarcastically as she picked the ball gown carefully, so the strands of beads and feathers would cut off. The next gown was a fiery red thin gown, almost outlining the whole of her body. "I'm not wearing that." "It's for the night." Diane said, acting as if she didn't hear Anna. "I just said...I'm not wearing that."

I smiled. Austin appeared, holding a different dress. I was immediately blown away by the dress. A rich midnight blue, almost the exact shade that made the green and golden flecks in my hazel eyes stand out. The bodice was fitted without being overly revealing, while the skirt fell in soft layers that moved like water whenever the wearer walked. Thin silver embroidery traced the waist and scattered lightly across the fabric like tiny stars. It was elegant without trying too hard. My fingers brushed the fabric. "Where did you find this?"

"I'll be there soon." I was still mad at Ares. Did he really think having dinner with me would make everything better? He had refused to talk to me. I tried to make a small conversation and show him how offended I was, but he ignored everything I said. I smoothed my hand over the royal blue sleeveless knee-length dress I wore. It had thin spaghetti straps that crossed delicately over my back, revealing a hint of bare skin. The neckline was modest but flattering, with a gentle scoop that drew the eye upwards towards my face.

She wiggles out of my grip. "Damon, we need to get dressed for dinner." She blushes and grabs her dress, stepping into it and shimmying it on. It was a baby blue colour with no straps and a flare at the bottom. She looked so classically beautiful. I couldn't tear my eyes away to get myself dressed. I knew tonight was going to be better than the day had been.

“I know exactly the one!” She dove into the depths of her closet, emerging a moment later with a stunning midnight blue gown. The dress was elegant, with a sweetheart neckline and delicate silver embroidery that caught the light beautifully. It was sleek and modern, with delicate lace detailing on the sleeves and a flowing skirt that would cascade beautifully as Furina walked. “This one!” said Tiffany, handing the dress to Furina with a beaming smile. Furina’s eyes widened as she took in the dress. “Tiffany, this is gorgeous. Are you sure you want me to wear it?”