Diane Foxington Dress Novels & Stories

"He really doesn't do anything by halves, does he?" I didn't answer because Diane was already moving through the boutique, guiding us through rails of evening wear that made my eyes water. "Mr. Martell mentioned this is for an important function on Friday," Diane said, pulling a gown from the rail. "So we want something that makes a statement without trying too hard. Elegant and confident." Her eyes moved over me with professional assessment. "Something that makes the room turn." Maya pointed at her. "I like her." We moved through the dresses and Diane pulled options with a certainty that made me feel like any input from me would be useless. Which was fine. I was too distracted by the price

“That was designer.” Knox’s nostrils flared as he smelled her sweet perfume and the scent of a woman. “I don’t give a fuck,” he said gruffly. Candice yanked the dress off and was left in a mini corset and white silk panties. Knox could hardly breathe. “You’ve had that on all day?”

“Just divine.” The butler took the red fox fur Chelsea worn on the way over. It revealed a lacy black cocktail dress that came to her knees. She wore flats. A long thin gold chain hung from her neck. She wore her hair up in a loose bun. “Thank you. I love your dress.” Ms. Violet wore a long sweater like dress. And her shoes were red bottom Louis Vuitton. Very stylish for a woman of her age. “Thank you, dear. Come. Everyone is so anxious to see you.”