Dress Stories Novels & Stories

I said to her Unfortunately…Nothing inside this closet looked simple. One dress glittered so much it looked like actual diamonds had been sewn into it. Others practically screamed money just from the designer labels. Another thing that made choosing difficult was the style. There were backless dresses. Strapless dresses. Short dresses. Long dresses with impossible slits. Madison was truly a fashion icon. Now I understood why her dress code was hot and sexy. That was simply her style. After several minutes of searching…I finally found one.

She replied. The store clerk bowed her head then left to welcome other patrons. “Do you want me to help you with that?” Latton asks while looking at Vivian holding 5 different dresses with different colors and styles. Vivian nods, “It’s not actually for me. It’s dresses for bridesmaids.” She states. “Do you have a theme in mind?” Latton asks as she follows Vivian into the dressing room. “Red, Blue, or Aquamarine,” Vivian uttered as she entered the dressing room.

"Let's begin the search for the perfect dress!" We glanced through each section, housing different types of dresses ranging from: ball, mermaid, trumpet, tea length, basque and even short dresses. Some of the designs were nice but none of them caught my fancy until we went into the inner section. She didn't complain at how picky I was, because she knew that I was capable of paying any amount. Earlier at the hotel, Dexter had transferred about a million dollars to my account, which almost caused me to swoon because I'd never gotten such money in my life. That was the exact amount he baited me with.

“Kaze, I really don’t need it…” Buying ten thousand bucks worth of clothes was already overwhelming for Sasha. She dared not even spare a glance at the expensive gowns and dresses. “The boss is paying. Come on, let’s go get you something nice.” Kaze already spotted another store specializing in gowns and dresses. He dragged the girl inside without giving her the chance to escape. The store was filled with various designs of dresses and gowns, so fancy that it made the girl’s jaw drop.

I walked in the middle, letting their energy carry me forward. The first store we tried was one of those places that looked affordable until you looked at the price tags and realized you needed to sell a kidney to afford a basic top. It had red dresses, though. Plenty of them. "Here," Amy said, pulling a dress off the rack. It was short and tight, the color of ripe cherries. "This is the one." "Is it?" Zelda looked skeptical. "It looks like it would fit a doll." "It stretches. That's the point."

Justice POV: As we entered the boutique, I couldn't hide my giddiness. I hadn't been shopping in...well, a long time. And one of these stores? Since my dad passed away. I immediately started browsing around. The number of dresses they had on display was incredible. They seemed to have a little bit of everything. Long, sequenced formal gowns with open backs and slits up to the thigh, all the way to adorable and simple summer dresses. It seemed they had everything you could possibly want in this store.

*Blair’s Point of View* --- "Can we hurry up? I still have a lot of things to do." I protested as the girls picked up another batch of different kinds of dresses and tuxedos. We are currently in the mall at Marve's mom's clothes shop, dress shop. I don't really remember what it is called. "Just six more dresses, Blair," Drea stated while getting two dresses in a hanger. I just sighed because there's nothing I can do about this.

SKY I take one last look in the mirror, studying the messy bun I learned to do from a video online. It isn't perfect, but it will have to do for tonight. My fingers smooth the soft fabric of my midnight-blue dress - the one I bought with months of tips and savings from Jersey Store, the small café where I've worked for years. Every coin I've saved went into this dress, though if I could trade it for a real friend in the pack, I would in a heartbeat.

Despite my weariness, a spark of anticipation ignites within me as I reach for the cloth bag, eager to discover its contents. Opening the cloth bag, I'm greeted by a remarkable army green dress, decorated with sparkling rhinestones featuring a single sleeve and the corset bodice that cinches at the waist, accentuating my curves, with a dramatic fishtail hem promising to make a statement. As I hold the dress up, I can't help but marvel at its beauty. It's the kind of piece that demands attention, just like Nonna's bold fashion choices. With a smile, I slip into the dress, feeling a surge of confidence wash over me.

I said looking at him suspiciously and he nodded. "I'm bored, we could have a quicky in there right?" He said and I smacked his arm. He laughed and I rolled my eyes. We walked into the building and they greeted us right away. I introduced Chance as my best friend to help me pick the right dress. They already prepared me 15 dresses and they put every each of them on display. All the dresses are beautiful and they were designed by all the upscale wedding dress designers throughout Europe. Of course, they want publicity for this.