Dress Stories Novels & Stories

***** The dressmaker was a young woman of twenty. My room was filled with an arrays of colourful dresses with different styles, each have a unique style of its own. Alpha King Damien sure knows how to make a woman swoon. Fifty new dresses. Some are flowing maxi dresses with floral patterns, there are silks, satins, and cotton blends, that glitters and catch the eye. I test try each of the dress, assessing how they fit and flatter my shape. Just a few days in Alpha King Damien's palace have accentuated my curves. Beatrice was helping me organize the dresses I had tried on.

Dania gave me another set of branded dresses. “How about this one? It has a soft texture, and it’s lighter than that one from earlier,” Airel added before handing me another dress. I can see from the corner of my eyes that the sales lady is enjoying how much Dania and Airel spent on the clothes that we have brought earlier. There are five bags of dresses waiting for them at the counter, which they have already paid for earlier. “Wait... can we rest for a bit? We’ve been doing this for an hour now,” I suggested before I gently placed down the clothes I’m holding on the cushion sofa.

I ask, gesturing to the rack. Atlas walks up behind me and hands me a cold glass, "I ordered in some dresses for you to pick out for tonight. You can't go dressed in that." I look down at my navy pant suit and nod in agreement. No one would take me seriously in this. "So, pick one," He says, urging me to flip through the dresses. I take a sip of the drink before handing the glass back to Atlas. I run my fingers along each dress, feeling the soft fabric under my skin. All of them are casual floor length dresses, no crazy colors or insane designs.

With a synchronized movement, they lifted the silk cloths, revealing the contents beneath. On one tray, a beautifully wrapped box sat elegantly, adorned with intricate patterns and a delicate bow. The maid carefully opened the box, revealing a stunning, exquisite peach dress, neatly packed inside. The dress was a limited edition design from Esterlion Fashion Empire, the most renowned clothing line in the world. Emilia's eyes widened as she gazed at the dress, her heart racing with excitement.

Their fingers are beautified with golden rings on each pair of fingers. “Madam, this way please ” The shop attendant smiled and led them inside. One of them was their VIP customer and the other, the big miss. They had to treat them with their best service and behavior. They stopped at the dress collection. “We have different styles from high top brands. Have a look at them ” She said as she stood at a corner in case she would be needed. “These dresses are so cute. ” Valerie smiled and went ahead to pick one while Alexa halted at the design of one of the dresses.

You'll be living in a hotel for the other two weeks because you have to study? - Study? - Don't look like that. It's horrible! And don't ruin my $30,000 dress! - 30000$? Kaya exclaimed. - Yes. At an auction. It is a dress sewn by the greatest stylist of all America. There are no copies. - The greatest stylist you say? Wow... We should ask ourselves about the stylists in America... - Oh my God... Get your ass over here... We'll talk about it later. - My ass? Her Majesty's being vulgar.

"I've already gone with you to try that dress several times. What's wrong with missing it once? Natalie just got back. She was alone with all that luggage. "As a friend, I had to pick her up. You're usually so reasonable. Why make a fuss over something this small? Do you really have to give me the silent treatment over this?" "I'm fine." I brushed his hands away, hung the towel back on the rack, and turned to leave. "Really?" Enzo followed me out, sounding noticeably more relaxed. "Did you finalize the dress yesterday, then? Send me the bill. I'll sign it." I walked over to the bedside table, pulled open the drawer, and took out the stamped order form.

I’ve worn my fair share of designer dresses made by various top end fashion designers, but this one…this one was one of the prettiest dresses I have ever seen. On the hanger was a Heidi Bandage Mini Dress in Royal Blue, with thin shoulder straps, a sculpting wrap bandage bodice and a cute mini length finish. I’d already saved Anita’s number in my phone and had thanked her for it profusely. It saved me an entire shopping trip just to figure out what I’d be wearing today at D’Alessandro’s birthday party.

Laid out across our bed and hanging from racks that had been brought in were at least twenty stunning dresses, all with designer labels. I approached slowly, running my fingers over the fabrics. Silk, chiffon, beaded embellishments, all in different colors and styles. "What do you think?" I turned to find Alexander leaning against the doorframe, watching my reaction. "These are... Alexander, there must be fifty thousand dollars' worth of dresses here." He shrugged. "Probably more. I had my stylist pull options for you. Whatever you don't want, we'll send back." "This is too much," I said, though I couldn't stop looking at a stunning gown with a plunging back.

However, I still tried to keep the spark going and dove back into my closet to find out something else. "And how is this dress ?,” I excitedly asked after taking out another outfit from the entire shop of clothes that filled my wardrobe. "Oh my God ! What is that ?,” Dre asked horrified. "It is a theme dress !,” I simply said. "Is the theme 'Humiliation' ?,” he asked. Grrrrr. I wanted to punch this guy in his guts so bad. However, this guy was a hell of a genius fashionista and gave fierce competition to my sextuplet sisters- Aira and Joy, who were self made billionaires in this line.