Diane Foxington Dress Novels & Stories

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.

I’ll try to leave this bad experience behind and focus on my future with Atticus. My ceremony dress is inspired by the famous Art Deco fashion designer Madeleine Vionnet. Is golden with shiny bead threads that accentuate my best features, it pop ups my cleavage and hugs my hips. I look spectacular. The fabric has a satin linen and when I move, it makes a ruffle sound as it drapes down my hips ending in a little tail that pools around my feet. “You look gorgeous, my Luna.” One of the Omegas says. “You look like royalty.” Said another.

The gown fit perfectly, emphasizing every one of my curves. Diane clasped her hands together. “You look incredible!” “You think so?” I asked, turning slightly. “I know so,” she said proudly. “Now try the other one before I change my mind.” She handed me the second dress. It was a silver-white gown. It was elegant and something I normally would wear. “Why do I have to? I want to wear the blue dress,” I told her. “You always need a backup plan,” Diane stressed. “You could wake up bloated or something.”

"Yes. Lord Xandros ordered it. He specifically wanted you to watch it." "What does he want me to feel watching his wedding?" Anna asked, her tone a bit harsh. "I don't know. What do you think you would feel?" Diane asked sarcastically as she picked the ball gown carefully, so the strands of beads and feathers would cut off. The next gown was a fiery red thin gown, almost outlining the whole of her body. "I'm not wearing that." "It's for the night." Diane said, acting as if she didn't hear Anna. "I just said...I'm not wearing that."

Then he looked at Samantha and said in a low and mellow voice. Stoping in front of the sofa, Samantha finally came to her senses. She let Nicklaus continue holding her hand and looked at the sofa. On the sofa, there were two delicate big boxes. In each boxes there were two dresses. One was light purple and one was light pink. The light pink dress was a tube dress. Meanwhile tbe light purple dress was a little more conservative with spaghetti straps. However, the upper part of the dress was decorated with diamonds, which was very eye-catching.

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...”

“Eighty.” “Ninety.” The bidding stalled. I swallowed hard. Please, I thought. Please just let it end. Then— “Four hundred thousand.” The voice was cool. Unhurried. Feminine. My eyes jerked toward the sound. There—two balconies up, stage left—a Fox mask, slender and carved like it was sculpted from bone, turned slightly toward the stage. But it wasn’t the mask that made me choke. It was the dress. Black and sleek with silver embroidery, tight to the body like a second skin. The spiral tattoo on her arm coiled just above her glove.