Diane Foxington Dress Novels & Stories

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.”

Because I mistook the devil for a dark knight. Diana’s response doesn’t come, and that was answer enough for me. I sigh, reluctantly striding into the bathroom. My bathe is quick, not wanting to drown in the thoughts just at the back of my head. When I rush back in, Diana is already done, and I throw a black long dress that reaches my ankle. I don’t regret buying this dress because it’s perfect for days like this. Walking into dining room, Nero is already there, seated at the head table, his usual spot.

We both slept like logs till Lexi woke us up just before sunrise. “Is this new?” I asked, fingering one of the shoulder straps on the dark purple dress Fiona just had me zip her up into. It was gorgeous, a floor-length, form-fitting dress that walked a line between dressy and casual. It was satiny soft and fit her like a glove, hugging her curves in a way that made me want to rip it right off of them… She wheeled to face me. “Yes. Nina made me order some new clothes last week.”

Sutton was the biggest designer in the whole country and his limited edition dresses were hard to acquire. My dress was a pale pink dress with spaghetti straps. It had a fitted upper bodice before flowing out into a mermaid tail. I loved it. “So you are the one who managed to get married to Saint Baxter." She stated with folded arms. I was not dumb as to not hear the condescending tone. “I didn't manage. He simply fell head over heels for me and proposed marriage. I had to agree.” I shrugged, using the hand that was adorned with my ring to brush my hair out of my face.

It was clear that they were about to go somewhere. Diane didn’t look at Nicole when she entered the house, because she didn’t want to see her, but now that she was looking at her, she saw that the dress that the other woman was putting on was her new and very expensive dress. Diane hadn’t even worn that gown out yet, because she had bought it to use for her wedding anniversary dinner, which was supposed to come up in less than three weeks. Seeing Nicole in the dress after everything else was the final straw that broke the camel’s back for Diane, and she lost it immediately.

"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.