Dress Stories Novels & Stories

It sells everything about a lady. We entered and I picked four lovely dresses. “Wendy picked more. My card can still pay for six more,”he announced. I picked four expensive dresses of four hundred dollars each. And the others are just one hundred and fifty dollars each. All the dresses sum up to two thousand and five hundred dollars.

"That's a beautiful dress. Where did you get it?" "I don't know. It's not mine." Amber gave an evil grin. "It looks like this dress that I saw at one of my favorite stores. This French boutique that's to die for. All of their designer clothes are imported from Paris. It's a tad expensive...but that's also why I like it. What are the odds that you would have a dress from my favorite store? The only store on the entire east coast," Amber said, scanning over Victoria's body. Letting her words sink in.

“Let’s go in there!” Emmy squealed as she dragged me into the first store. It was Varanasi. We had each picked out three dresses. All of Emmys were exactly like she talked about. Mine were all very different styles. The first one was a dark green thin strapped dress with a deep V. It was tight around my waist and then went straight down. The slit came up to my mid-thigh. Walking out of the dressing room, I got up and stood in front of the mirrors.

I grin excitedly wanting to get out and help them even if it is just sitting quietly waiting. “Okay, fine. Any signs of trouble Troy and a team bring you back.” I nod in agreement not arguing. Rushing through I get myself ready, choosing to wear a strappy dress. The dress is tight, except at the top, it drapes down to show off my cleavage, it is a dress that D had picked out for me. Putting on heels, and my jewellery I walk out.

Adrik had sent me a dress through one of the maids with a stern warning to not miss any of the dress code. My hand caressed the dress on my body. It was a red, long, body con dress that hugged my figure perfectly. Bonus points for not showing a baby bump yet. The sleeves were ruffled and a slit ran from the middle of my thigh down to the tail of the dress. It certainly wasn’t a new one and I could tell from the faint perfume that lingered there, that it was a prominent figure that wore the dress last.

How bad would that kiss affect their relationship? They were attending this important party on Sunday, the following day, and it had a super strict dress code. Liz couldn't care less, she was going to show up in a flower dress and that was it, but Delilah loved feeling like she was the owner of a big company. And, also, Delilah's parents were going to be there, as it was some kind of lawyers' celebration for the opening of a new firm, so Delilah was nervous, she wanted to impress them. "You look amazing, D." Liz wasn't lying, her girlfriend looked like a model. The dress was accentuating her figure and her legs were showing and the lilac color made her look more tanned, it was perfect. She w

A lady walked up to us, she was dressed in a black fitted and corporate dress, with a tag hook on the left side of her chest displaying the title sale rep. “Welcome ma’am.” She bowed slightly. “She wants some dresses.” Princess Jade said, pointing at me. “Okay ma’am.” She bowed, ushering me to the corner of the store. My mouth widened in surprise as I walked through the store. This was the best I had ever seen or watched in a movie. We got to the female dresses store, she showed me some pretty nice wears. I picked just one, until princess Jade told me to pick as many as possible/ They looked so nice and it all had a good quality. Something nice aren’t cheap.

It's a niche that has a lot of people and it's very difficult to stand out. My company has designed a brand of dresses for business fashion. I am, after all, in the fashion business... My brand of dresses cater for all sizes, big or small. I have designs that fit bodies that wear 58’s, 60’s, 62’s,and 64’s... As well as dresses that are made to fit 36’s, 38’s, and 40’s... In my mind, it all made sense, how wrong I found I was in this particular line of decision making.

“I’ll probably end up picking like fifty dresses and I still wouldn’t leave with any of them.” Zoey’s brows climb high on her forehead as she chuckles. “Damn, Carl told me about that but I didn’t know it was that bad.” “It’s horrible.” “I totally get that,” the sales attendant, whom I’d momentarily forgotten about, cuts in. “I’ll try to make this as stress-free for you as possible. If you could give me something to work with, I’ll start picking out the dresses while you wait in the dressing room.” I don’t even have to think. I already know the kind of dress I want.

We walked past rows of dresses that shimmered beneath crystal chandeliers, each one more dazzling than the last. My eyes fell on a stunning red dress displayed on a gold mannequin. The one-shoulder design made me fall for the dress even more. They had always looked good on me. It was a stretchy dress with a slit that ran from the thigh down to the hem, revealing just enough to make it striking without losing its class. I held out my hand to touch the dress again when Dr. Dane’s call caused my phone to vibrate. I picked it up quickly. “I’m almost done dressing up,” I lied.