Dress Story Novels & Stories

365 Days to Fall in Love with Mr. Mafia Boss Daria woke me at 6:30 AM by opening my curtains. “You’re expected downstairs in twenty minutes,” she said, setting a garment bag on the bed. “Signor De Santis wants you presentable.” Presentable. Like I was a painting he was loaning out. The garment bag held a black dress. Not the red silk from last night. This one had long sleeves, a high neck, and a slit that stopped at mid-thigh. Conservative, for Alessandro. It fit like it had been measured to my skin.

She frowned, paused, and pushed the door open without changing the dress. The two clerks immediately stopped talking and spun around to face her, finding her still wearing her own clothes. "Isn't the dress the right size, miss?" parsley's eyes fell upon a treasure in the middle of the store. It was a small, white lace dress with a silk lily on the collar, and on the hemline were woven pearls. She remembered reading about this dress in one of Valerie's magazines, something about it being handmade by the chief designer and only three pieces were available worldwide. The only one in America was here in HIMO. Hers.

"I'm going to package these for you. Would you like them sent to your hotel?" Della asks. "Yes, please. I'm going to wear this one out." I answer as I run my fingers down the pink silky fabric. The dress is tight at the top and ties around my neck with a little bow in the back. The bottom flares out and comes to mid-thigh. Preston is going to love it. I lean down and slip my shoes back on my feet, but when I stand up my heart stops.

" He replied as he entered the study room, Axel's study room. He saw the dress that she had on, it was a new dress and it was from the Esosa line, it's an expensive dress and it's one design. She made only five of the dresses and it's scattered around the world. It's a lilac mini dress with beaded features, it's a see through from the thighs to the knees, with a soft white net. The chest area is opened but not fully and her b**bs are protected but the cleavage is shown. Sometimes they bid on it. He had a shock and a smile on his face. "Must be his idea" Wesley said as he went on to sit. "Huh?" She asked confused "I presume you already met him." Wesley asked as he wasn't at home the night bef

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.

Dean Unwrapping what is hidden in the box, I find a very exclusive looking red dress. It doesn't show any cleavage, has 3/4 length sleeves. The length of the dress reaches my knees and is drapped slightly at the waist on one side. But once dressed in it, I realize the cut is still sexy as it is very tight fitting and is almost like a second skin.

"Hey, stop being the drama queen. We are going together, and there was one more reason for us to go together, you may find someone there. The place would be full of hot guys," The lusty butterflies fluttered inside my belly. "Ok, I will think," I knew he knew I would die to meet a handsome man. We reached the store, as usual, I walked towards the long T-shirt section, loose clothes. "Not here," Darius snaked his hand on my waist and dragged me to the dress section. He gave me several options, "Wear this," "It's backless, this one is short, and it has..." He stuffed me with dresses in the changing room.

Adriel mumbled. Stacey lifted an eyebrow and surprise crossed her face, "How many dresses did you bring?" A gigantic grin grew across Adriel's face as she plopped on the bed. "Four dresses, I ordered them the day Scarlett invited us for the party." Stacey chuckled, " You are unbelievable." "Come on check out the dress already." Stacey stood up to her feet and held the dress in front of her. The dress was beautiful and she loved it. "The dress is beautiful. Thank you."

"Let's keep going. If we don't finish shopping by nightfall, we're not going home!" Seeing him so indignant, Yaslyn felt amused. She simply turned and continued walking. Upon reaching a clothing store, her eyes were immediately drawn to a dress on display. It was a black knee-length dress accentuated by a cinched waist, its hemline adorned with small diamonds. The intricate folds resembled flowers, while the hollowed-out design on the cuffs and collar added a touch of allure.

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.