Novel & Cerita Diane Foxington Dress

Alexander said flatly. Victoria sat back, her expression innocent. "I'm always on my best behavior. Unlike some people who wear department store dresses to family dinners." Her eyes traveled over my outfit with obvious disdain. "Really, Olivia, someone should teach you about proper attire for these occasions. Low class fashion choices are so obvious, don't you think?" I opened my mouth to respond, but Valentina beat me to it. "That dress is Valentino," she said without looking up from her phone. "Spring collection. Retails for about eight thousand dollars."

Because if he looked up, he was actually going to lose his mind. Diane was sitting directly across from him. Just five feet of polished wood and flickering candlelight separating them. She wasn't wearing a formal evening gown. She wasn't wearing a modest blouse. She wasn't wearing anything even remotely appropriate for a quiet family dinner with the patriarch of a global shipping empire. She was wearing a slip dress. It was silk. A dark, liquid crimson color that looked exactly like freshly oxygenated blood under the heavy crystal chandelier. And it was tight. So incredibly, offensively tight.

I don't want to ruin the night. As to what that anonymous guy instructed in the letter. I wore my navy blue tube dress with a pretty necklace that has a V pendant on it. I also covered my bruises with concealers and I finished about almost an hour covering it all up because its all over my body now and it even got bigger than before. If this was normal, I would've looked like a battered daughter because of the bruises I have in my body. Thankfully that's not the case. "Hey, are you nervous?" I heard Mal asking me. I was thinking too much I didn't even notice we'd arrived at the grand theatre.

“Isn't it cute? I and Deimos handpicked it with love. With a little bit of digging, we found out that this was at the top of your shopping cart so we decided to tick it off. It's even in your favorite colour.” The other women gasp softly as she pulls out the dress. It's a neon green two piece with black lace all around it. The top is a turtle neck with lace at the wrists. The skirt is covered in frills and extremely voluminous. Diana's face turns red. Everyone is too nervous to say a word. Saying something was wrong with it would not only mean that Deimos, the heir to the Escarrás fortune, had done something wrong– which is unthinkable– but that Diana herself had awful tastes and that meant

“Which in girl time is barely enough to detox your skin and summon couture.” I got up, a nervous flutter low in my stomach. “We need to find the perfect dress. Like....The dress. It has to scream elegance, seduction, power, something that’ll have him unable to look away.” Diane’s eyes gleamed. “Oh honey, I live for this.” She grabbed her iPad and opened P*******t like a soldier preparing for battle. “Color palette: bold but not cliché. Think emerald, deep crimson, maybe sapphire blue. Cuts? Slit. Backless. Something with dangerous potential.”

“Thank you.” She then began to change into it. Lydia picked out another dress and stretched it towards me. It was a white dress. “You should change into this too,” She muttered. “No, I am good,” I said. She walked over to me and stood right opposite me. “I insist, Vianne. I get a lot of free clothes as a model and most times I never get to wear them again.” I took the dress from her. “It's Louis Vuitton,” Diana squealed in excitement checking herself out in the mirror.

Mangoes? “Uh…” She isn’t wrong. There will be many more beautiful women than me. Maybe no one will notice me. “It is an absolutely gorgeous dress.” She says, holding up the black knee-length dress which has a small slit. The neck is a sweetheart cut with inch-thick straps that are set wide apart. I do like it… It’s beautiful. “Ok. You should go and finish getting ready. I’m sorry for wasting so much time. I’ll come to get Phoenix once I’ve changed.”

She also wanted to pick a dress for that day. "Wow look at these dresses!" Daisy exclaimed as they were all really beautiful. Just yet, my eyes already fell on the perfect dress I wanted to try. It was a gorgeous Alencon wine lace. "That one" Daisy pointed at a red, sleeveless, floor-length dress. "I'll try this," she said, unstocking it. "I'll take it!" Clara objected. "Oh come on Clara, there are a thousand more dresses like this, you just have to check" Daisy smiled as she went to try it on.