Diane Foxington Dress Novels & Stories

Now everything was new to her. Roxana, the saleswoman, pointed them to a comfortable bench where they could sit and wait. She even told them to look in section fifteen, maybe they'd find the right dress before she did. So they did. "Oh My Good!" exclaimed the girl, while she caught Victoria's attention by having taken out of many dresses, one of a very short Vinotiny red color and with a pronounced diamond-shaped neckline. The young woman's eyes widened, unable to believe that I told her that this would be a good choice, it was definitely a terrible one.

“Mr. Voss.” Professional. Cold. Safe. Exactly how things should be. Or at least that’s what I kept telling myself. By noon, Victoria had dragged me through what felt like every luxury boutique in the city. I held up another designer dress and looked at the price tag. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. “This dress costs more than my first car.” Victoria laughed. “It’ll look gorgeous on you.” “I’m afraid to touch it.” The sales assistant smiled politely. “It’s one of our most popular evening gowns. It also comes in emerald green.”

Her ass was about to hang out, but she looks amazing. Zoey had on a similar colored dress, but the top was more of a bra. Her stomach was open to a skirt that sinched at the side. Roxie was wearing a scarlett red dress. With long sleeves, the top was just enough fabric to cover her tits. It was an open stomach, but one side went down to a skirt that went to her calf. The other side had a slit that went to her hip, completely exposing her very toned legs.

I gasped unknowingly, my mouth hung slightly apart. Vivianne was standing in a black outfit that shimmered with every move she made. "This is one of our best sellers. The Passion Glitter Diana Dress. This stunning gown features shimmering glitter fabric with an elegant off-the-shoulder neckline, figure-flattering ruching, and a daring slit. Not too revealing, is it?"

he said without looking up. I followed the assistant, a woman named Mira, toward a rack full of gowns that looked like they belonged in fashion magazines. I picked a few and went into the changing room. The first dress was a deep navy blue made of smooth satin. It had a straight neckline that sat modestly across my chest. It was sleeveless with thin straps. The fabric hugged my frame, falling flat against my hips and pooling neatly at my ankles. I stepped out, tugging lightly at the hem. Knox looked up once with his expression blank. “Did someone die?”

Charmaine had assumed that Chris prepared something adorable for her and did not expect a dress… The dress looked unique. It was a tube dress with an A-line hem, and the fabric was decorated with ink to form a landscape painting. Meanwhile, the hem was painted with a dark red gradient. On the top, there was a small, black 3D phoenix on it. The dress’s design made it seem like it was in flames with a heavy haze, the phoenix the cherry on top of it all. It was stunning!

Summer's POV The black dress Luxian picked hugs my body perfectly. For the first time in years—after drowning in all my stupid insecurities—I actually feel beautiful again. Like I did a decade ago. The dress is by Mario De Franco, that ridiculously talented designer whose pieces usually I used to just stare at his work in magazines, never dreaming I'd own one. But this afternoon, Luxian waltzed in with five of his latest creations, all on mannequins like they were royalty.

Esme POV “It’s a beautiful dress, you didn’t have to get it for me,” I said. Knox chuckled. “I’m not taking you back to the palace in a towel, babe.” I twirled in the purple dress. Knox bought the dress from the store downstairs in the lobby. He had good taste. It had a low waistline and a long skirt. The bodice captivated my breasts perfectly, elevating them and carving them out to appear plump and sexy.

The plan was to go to a restaurant near the hotel and then return to the hotel for a nightcap at their lounge. Diane put on a simple black dress with thin straps that showed off her bare shoulders. The dress ended halfway down her thighs, making her legs stand out in her high heels. It wasn’t too revealing, but it was undeniably sexy, showcasing her figure perfectly. Diane, at 5’3”, has a great figure, shapely legs, a gorgeous face, blonde hair, and a confident, elegant walk.

“Wait here.” He then went inside alone and soon emerged with a brand-new pure white evening gown. It was a halter-neck style with a beautifully designed waistline, simple yet elegant and refined. It was obviously expensive. Diana didn’t dare to take it immediately. “Mr. Frost, what do you need me to do?” “Change into this and join me for a dinner.” “What dinner…” Diana began to ask, but under the man’s dark gaze, she cut herself off and took the dress, “Alright.”