Dress Story Novels & Stories

Jill’s POV I left the dining room and went up to my dads old office to grab his cash card. I was not going to spend my money when I could spend his. As we were leaving I spotted the boys in Chad’s car. I wonder where they were going. I felt a pang in my heart, I hope that they were just going for a bit and would be here when we returned. I hated how much I was starting to enjoy having Chad around. We arrived in town and Victoria pulled up outside an upmarket dress shop. It was the kind of place I had never been in to before. Mainly because I could not ever afford anything that they sold, even if it was on clearance. I climbed out of the car and looked in the window. I instantly saw the dress

It was one that had just came in and prayed it was what she was looking for. Avalon put the dress on and instantly fell in love with it. It was a big puffy dress with jewels all over the bodies. It reminded her of Cinderella dress in the real live action film and she loved it. Stacey was glad they found one and got the measurements done. She did Rosalie’s measurements even though she said it would be for the bridesmaids dress the planner had asked for. Secretly it was to get the dress half ready for her. A dress like this one only comes once every few years. She wanted it to be perfect for her. “I have to steal Avalon for a few minutes.” Stacey spoke. “Will you be okay here?”

Very rude. Pushing the door shut with my back, I pulled out what was in the bag, checking it out. It was a dress. A Dior Marinière Short Dress Wait…a collection from Dior women’s ready-to-wear? My hand flew over my mouth in disbelief. He got this for me. It was a made-to-order dress.

I glide my hands over the smooth, black fabric, trying to get rid of any wrinkles I can. Archer’s stylist, Sara, had dropped it off earlier, saying it’s been in her client closet waiting for the perfect person to wear it. I took it with a smile, knowing the dress is brand-new and has definitely not been sitting in her closet. I saw it in a catalog last month as a new dress to market. One of my favorite things to do is look at the fashion trends to find out what’s coming next. I love to do it for both fashion and interior design trends. But I didn’t tell Sara that. It was sweet of her to think of me and bring it over, even though I’d had other options to wear tonight.

Ava's POV: Nancy approached us with a wide smile. We see her so frequently that we became friends already. “How are you both doing?” she greeted warmly. “You two have to come into the store. A dress came in that is so you. Please, just take a look!” “Oh, we’re going in for sure—I’m already curious! Besides, you need new clothes to fit your new lifestyle.” Terra said, tugging me by the hand into the boutique. The sales assistant brought out the dress still in its protective cover. It was a red evening dress, shimmering and short, with spaghetti straps, a deep V-neckline, and a plunging back that reached the base of the spine. Sexy wasn’t even the word. It was absolutely stunning.

"He believes in knowing everything about his... acquisitions. Every detail matters when building the right image." I turned back to the mirror, studying the bride reflected there. She looked perfect—exactly what Killian Hart needed for his business arrangement. Beautiful packaging for a transaction. But underneath all the silk and crystals and carefully chosen elegance was just me. Celeste Andrews, the girl who'd sold her dreams for her family's survival. The girl who'd promised herself she wouldn't fall for moments of unexpected kindness. "The dress is perfect," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "I'll wear this one."

She walked inside to see a makeup artist and a fashion designer with a dress in their hand ready “ This is the dress you would wear for the dance, Miss,” she informed Lena. Lena stared at the black Lingerie fitted short dress, placed her hands on her forehead and sighed heavily. “ Isn't this dress for strippers?” Lena spat, clenching her fist. “ It's more decent than that for strippers, " the fashion designer answered, “You can go in there to change,” she pointed to Lena, placed the dress on the table and left. The makeup artist said nothing but kept staring, Lena rolled her eyes in frustration but got dressed and the makeup artist applied a touch up to her makeup.

Rita's sweet, high-pitched voice chimed in: "Brother, my mating ceremony dress matches yours so perfectly!" That was the moment I realized I was never the one being chosen. I looked down at my round pregnant belly, tears slipping quietly from the corners of my eyes. Then, with a trembling hand, I dialed the number that had always been waiting for me. "I'm ready to leave." After the call ended, the clerk cautiously asked: "Would you like to choose another one?" "No. Just cancel it, please." I took one last glance at the dress that would never belong to me.

Smiling mischievously, I strode over to my closest and pulled out a dress. Not just any dress but “the dress!” Something that’s very important for what I planned this Saturday. “Wow.” She breathed, taking a closer look. “Who did your shopping?” “I don’t know, some stylists Kian hired. After stumbling on this dress, I plan on asking him for their contact, you know after I leave here? Even though I plan to keep all these clothes, I’d have to buy more at some point when I get my inheritance back…” My voice faltered as Willow stepped into the room with my breakfast.

“Happy birthday, Nev!” Brit hands me a gift bag. “This is from all of us.” I smile and take the box while the girls back up, excitedly waiting for me to open it. Reaching into the bag, I pull out the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. It’s a Nasty Gatsby girl dress. The dress looks like a vintage-inspired 1940’s dress. It has a drop waist with a box pleated hem, a wrapped neckline, and a strappy back. Kayla Mathews, the flyer of our group, steps forward with another box. “You can’t wear this dress without a fresh pair of shoes.”