Dress Stories Novels & Stories

she asked, taking another dress from the wardrobe. Dylan looked the dress up and down and the dress was red with gold accents and long sleeves. "This one looks good… I like this dress." "Then come to dress up…" said Lizha, walking towards Dylan. Dylan turned away from the window and went to Lizha. Lizha opened the dress and handed the garment to Dylan. Dylan received the dress and was putting on the garment. "Years and Years of wearing dresses and you still don't know how to wear this properly..." Lizha replied, watching Dylan put the dress on anyway.

I walked into the Paolo Sebastian store and turned to give him a warning glare which he shrugged off. We entered the store and after formal greeting before I could place my demands David being David interjected. "Hi, kindly bring us some formal maxis with full sleeves and covered backs." I glared at him but decided to stay quiet. I headed to the room as the saleswoman came in with three dresses. I tried the first one. It was a beautiful dress with floral embroidery on it. I went out to David to show him the dress as he was sitting on the plush sofa using his mobile. He looked at me admiringly and said to change but we are getting it as I can wear it on some other occasion.

“Yay! Shopping time!” We moved from one shop to another, my fingers brushing the soft fabrics. But as I looked closer, something felt off. Even after ten shops, there was no variety in dresses. All of them were long, flowing gowns, heavy skirts, high necklines, and full sleeved-shirts, as if following a strict dress code. I picked up one piece, holding it against myself. “Do people actually wear this daily?” Bella raised a brow, “Maybe… for festivals.” But it didn’t make sense.

“That dress costs twenty-five thousand dollars. No one has bought the design. It was released a few days ago.” Emily didn’t flinch. She trusted the card she was holding. “Just get it for me. You are not the one paying. As long as I can pay, I don’t think there’s a problem here.” Stacey stared at her for a moment in disbelief before saying, “Alright, I will see how you will pay for all of this.” Stacey pulled the dress from the rack and turned to her. "Are we getting more clothes?" "No, I'm done." Emily replied.

When I was finished, he nodded quietly. “You like that one?” he asked. I nodded, but knew I couldn’t afford it. “Yes, but… It’s very expensive,” I muttered. “I can’t afford it. I think we should try another store.” Edrick shook his head suddenly. “Absolutely not. Consider these dresses as workwear provided by your employer.” My eyes widened. “No,” I insisted, “you don’t have to do that. Really.” The Alpha billionaire merely shrugged. “Nonsense.” Before I could protest, he waved the saleswoman over, who scurried over with an even wider smile on her face. “We’ll take all of the dresses she just tried on,” Edrick said nonchalantly.

My stylist, a whirlwind of enthusiasm and expertise, was already scanning the racks with an eye for elegance that I could only admire. “Dema, you’re going to look stunning tonight!” she exclaimed, her voice bright with anticipation. I felt a flutter in my stomach, a mix of nerves and exhilaration. This wasn’t just shopping; it was a transformation. As she guided me through the store, I looked at the dresses hanging like art pieces—silks that shimmered under the soft lights, intricate lace that whispered of romance, and bold colors that demanded attention. Each piece she picked seemed to tell a story, and I couldn’t help but imagine myself stepping into a world where elegance was the norm.

She’d barely said a word after the kiss in the elevator, she’d only told me we were going to the mall to get a dress. We walked into the store, it looked all girly and cozy but expensive too. The woman by the counter was in a black suit with a badge by the left: “House Of Daje”. “Hi, how may we help you ma’am?” A sales rep walked up to us asking. “I’m here for a dinner dress, I saw a few online and decided to come get it physically. Can you show me to the section?” Tabitha asked while the lady stared at me, jaw dropping like she had seen a ghost.

“Yeah, you’re right. Mid to dark is the way to go… Maybe a good royal blue. Oooh, that would be so good.” I laugh a little, leaving her be as I hover nearby without really adding too much input. The different dresses are a bit overwhelming, if I’m honest. And even on discount, just glancing at the price tag gives me pain. One dress is $159 to rent, and there’s not even a chance to own it. My budget is, at most, about $120. Even this discount store is calling me poor. I sigh, feeling a bit depressed as Hailey picks up two royal blue dresses, asking a worker if she can try them on.

I don’t throw all my clothes but bought some new items, backless, short in length, low neck for cleavage showing anything I think will work. So, here comes embarrassing story no-1. Brian was in his office, working all night and day. After the fire incident in his office, he works from home. So, I think this is a great way to show off my new dresses and my plan. I wear the most sultry dress I bought from the store, which is a red backless and low neck, filmy lace night grown that ends in my mid-thighs. This piece of clothing is see-through, so you can see every little detail under the fabric. I apply red lipstick, lose my hair, give it a messy effect, and make my way downstairs to his office.

"To keep their population under some fucking control, I guess. There's no freedom, even if they act like they have the best kind of it. Well, I found a dress that will make turn heads towards you, Luna. Come with me." They go to the shop, checking the size for the woman as Lesley widens her eyes in surprise. The dress looked too fashionable yet decent. It was an A-line dress, violet shade which fades into black by the hem of the dress and it's full sleeves. It looked comfortable from within as well. "We are taking this, sir. How much is it?" "Apparently it's something you cannot afford, little ladies. These are for those who can afford-" "12,009$" read Lesley, holding the tag of the dress be