Diane Foxington Dress Novels & Stories

The elegant folds of fabric that ran along her hips made it look even more intriguing. Resting beside it were a pair of matching midnight blue velvet opera gloves, and staring at it brought a small chuckle to her lips. Mostly at the thought that Alejandro had carefully picked out this design to create a Victorian-era style that Elise believed was going to stand out from the regular modern-day dinner gown. An idea she was not so sure that she was excited about. “I already know you will be the finest woman in the hall today,” Diane’s voice came, instantly calling Elise’s attention to the fact that she had been staring at the dress for a long time.

Chapter twenty five Diane came out of the limousine, dressed in a black kneel length strapless gown with a pair of nude pencil heels and a pair of diamond earrings. Dario offered her his hand which she gladly accepted and they walked inside This is her first time of being to a high class party like this, so she was scared, more like terrified. She wondered if she would trip with all the people staring at her and if she would be able to make decent conversation with anyone, she wished she had asked Elena to accompany her.

The only one she had was the one that Rico prepared for her when she had met Dante for the first time. However, that dress was too revealing, just like a bikini. She couldn’t wear it to the party! When she was in a dilemma and preparing to borrow one from Allegra,Dante brought her a shopping box. She opened it, and saw a long blue watery dress with fine diamonds. The dress was a strapless style with a ribbon of a blue rose on her neck that would make her skin look quite fair. Renee was shocked when she saw the brand. The dress was the newest summer style of D&E, which was the only one in the world.

he said gently. With shaking fingers, I pulled the silk ribbon. Inside the first bag was a dress. It wasn't just any dress. It was made of the softest, most expensive cream-colored silk I had ever felt. It was elegant, modest, and looked like a work of art. In the other box were a pair of matching heels and a small designer clutch. "Harrison!" Diana screamed. She slammed her hand on the table, making the teacups rattle and spill. "Have you lost your mind? You bought her designer clothes? From that boutique? Do you know how much those cost?"

Marguerite poured two flutes of bubbly. "We've selected pieces based on your preferences, Mr. Tremont. Shall we begin?" Dreston turned to Cassienne, his eyes full of adoration. "This is for you. I want you to shine tonight." The fittings started with gowns—first a deep emerald number with a flowing train, which Cassienne tried on, twirling in the mirror. Dreston shook his head. "Beautiful, but not quite." Next, a sapphire blue off-the-shoulder dress that made her eyes pop. He tilted his head. "Closer." But it was the third, a stunning red gown with a sweetheart neckline, fitted bodice, and a high slit, that made his breath catch.

I had to. I tsked the moment I was reminded of the fact that Fiona had once again taken Mico -my support system- over to their side of the house. I paced for a while and decided it was best to pick out my dress for dinner tonight. After several minutes of sorting through the plethora of dresses lined up on hangers in the wide closet, I settled for a nude cotton long sleeved dress that stopped a little below my knees. It had little white beads that were intricately woven in to the dress.

he asked, setting the box on the bed. "I'm nervous," I admitted. "Don't be." He opened the box and pulled out the most beautiful dress I'd ever seen. It was stunning. Deep blue fabric that shimmered in the light, with intricate silver embroidery along the bodice and sleeves. The design was elegant and regal, exactly what a Luna should wear. "It's perfect," I breathed, reaching out to touch the soft fabric. "Try it on," Dante encouraged. I took the dress to the bathroom and carefully put it on. But the moment I tried to zip it up, my heart sank.

It will be fun to watch Ethan’s face when he loses. I stood in the walk-in closet of Knox’s room, staring at the row of gowns Mrs. Davenport had sent over “just in case.” Silks. Satins. Jewels I couldn’t even name. I hesitated before picking a sleek black dress. Simple. Elegant. Safe. As I held it up against myself in the mirror, I caught Knox’s reflection behind me. Leaning against the doorframe. Arms crossed. Watching me with a look that was equal parts amused and possessive.

The dress was pure white, creating a sense of innocence and purity that contrasted beautifully with the sultry, form-fitting silhouette. The dress featured a plunging neckline, revealing just enough skin to be enticing without being overly revealing. Delicate spaghetti straps crisscrossed at the back, adding a touch of sophistication to the design. The bodice of the gown was adorned with a beautiful floral print, each delicate blossom blending seamlessly into the fabric.

I showed her the ball gown and she was so surprised. “Echo, this dress was such a treasure. You must don’t know how many girls want this dress on that dress exhibition.” “What exhibition?” I was puzzled. “The most influential exhibition held on May 4th, 1999.” She explained and couldn’t hold the envy in her eyes. “The most famous artist Gabriel Hasting designed this dress for his beloved dead wife and Duke Leonardo spent half of his savings to buy this dress. I assumed he was preparing this for Jenna, but...”