Novel & Cerita Diane Foxington Dress

“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.”

“Let’s find a dress.” Diana went to the wardrobe and showed me some options, I chose an earthy orange-toned dress with a structured bodice and a straight, elegant neckline, adorned with a satin ribbon bow on the shoulder. Long puffed sleeves in light, flowing fabric and a wide, pleated skirt that fell in loose layers, giving movement and grandeur. Diana picked out some accessories: I put on an ornate golden necklace and rings while she pinned the front strands of my hair into a simple and elegant hairstyle. That would be the first time they officially saw me after I became their Luna.

“Noelle has mentioned you.” “Hopefully most of it was true.” Diane smiled. “She said you were direct.” “Noelle is too kind.” Maya took a glass of champagne from a passing tray with an extremely slow movement. Athena stood beside her, her face neutral, but I knew she had sharpened. “Lovely dress,” Diane said. I smiled. “Thank you.” “Very… restrained.” There. Interesting, in textile form. I turned the glass slightly between my fingers. “I like to let the room do the hard work.”

Her focus snapped to the far end of the room, where her youngest sister, Fox, had just stepped through the doors. Fox—barely nineteen, still in high school, her chestnut curls tumbling down her back reaching her hips, her silver-grey eyes wide with wonder. She looks so much like their mother. She is the only daughter with her mother’s eyes. She moves like a spark through the crowd, heading straight to the dance floor with her closest girlfriends following right behind her. Her laughter bright as bells. She is wearing a red satin dress that hits several inches above her knees, showing off her tanned legs. Tanned legs Winter, with her dark olive skin she looks tan year-around. Her tiny waist c

He was groaning long before she reached her ultimate target. Unfortunately, the evening was already there and they had to start preparing for dinner. “Wear this tonight,” Phoenix ordered, pulling the coffee-colored lace dress out of the wardrobe and tossing it across her still naked body. “Say please,” she purred. “Please.” “You're the only man I've ever known who could make the word ‘please’ sound like a plead and an order at the same time.” He grabbed her wrist as she slid off the bed, and pulled her to him, only the dress between their naked bodies.

He spun me around before continuing, “the dress is called The black Widow, designed by Marcello De Luca in 1965. The famous actress Vivienne Rosehart wore it in 1965, the night she walked into a gala full of men who wanted to ruin her… but instead she left with every single one of them begging at her feet.” He explained the history of the dress, making me raise a brow. How did Owen get his hands on something like this? Was it really a historical piece? Was I actually wearing a dress once worn by a famous actress? “My late mother worshipped vivienne and loved this dress,” he said. “She always said Vivienne was the kind of woman men would kill for… and women would die to be. I planned on getti

added Dolly. Upon hearing that, Bianca couldn’t help but say, “I heard that he hired a famous Italian fashion designer to get this made, and that he also provided some ideas for the final design… With all that in mind, it was pretty much always impossible for the dress not to turn out as beautiful as it currently is…” “You’re truly a lucky woman, Miss Frankston!” squealed the stylist and makeup artist as they gazed longingly at the dress. Upon hearing that, Xavia couldn’t help but smile. Indeed, she truly was an extremely lucky woman…

"How did you get to meet a guy like Omar." She sighs, "Apparently he's my boss. I simply escorted him to the party," she stated, Diane was not too much of a dresser, but she was looking dashing in the simple long black gown with an open slit-up her er thighs, her hair was perfectly style into a low bun, she had very light makeup on and her silver jewelry perfectly matching the outfit. She was looking stunning in the off-shoulder style. "You didn't want to come?" She asked again.

Her eyes immediately locked on the dress Taylah was wearing. It wasn’t just any dress. It was the dress—an unreleased piece from a famous designer, Edith Ashford that Dia had tried to get her hands on for weeks. She had even offered a ridiculous amount of money just to reserve it before its official launch. But she had been told it wasn’t for sale yet. And now, there it was, hanging perfectly on Taylah’s body as if it had been made just for her.