Dress-up Darling Chapter Novels & Stories

“And once they embarrass themselves… everyone will know exactly where Serena came from. She’ll want to crawl under the nearest table.” Dorian didn’t dare interrupt. Chiara tapped his forehead lightly with one perfectly lacquered red nail. “And prepare my dress. Something sinful. Something that makes every woman want to cry into her champagne.” Dorian instinctively crouched beside her, his hands beginning to massage her calves—an unspoken routine. “It’s already prepared, Ms. Reinaldi,” he said softly. “I guarantee—you’ll outshine everyone there.” Chiara laughed, the sound sparkly and lethal. “Of course I will.”

( warning: rape incident ahead . It violates human rights so please don't read if you don't want to, otherwise please keep voting and commenting at the end of every chapter) " well ,well well here comes the Queen, how are you feeling your highness?" Someone says sarcastically and I move my head to see Charlotte the she devil herself, she's in long dress and her face is full of make up ,she looks like she just came from hell I don't answer her because my energy is drained

Castor informed me Anwen had come to him and that they were leaving, but I haven’t heard a word from him since. The presents are somehow more foolish, a parade of nonsense luxuries, half of which cannot even be used in Sundrop Gem’s desert. My smile strains at the edges. At least tearing into the flamboyant packaging gives me something to destroy. Finally, the horde of strangers staring at me are given pots of sacred paint to, humiliatingly, doodle upon each other while I change into my wedding gown for the final fitting. I step behind the wooden divider, where a sullen Bright waits with two other seamstresses. They slip the dress over my head then begin folding the few final panels into pla

CHAPTER 34 HAZEL'S POV; I was so happy when I saw the dress that Xavier got for me. It was a really beautiful dress, an ivory colored gown that had a mesh arm and a plunging neckline. I smiled. What ideas were in Xavier's head when he picked this dress for me? That night, I had been in a bad mood but once I opened the parcel and saw a dress and shows sitting beautifully in the box, I felt so elated. It was late at night so I couldn't go out of my room to thank him for the dress.

Chapter 330 "Get changed first!" Delbert said. He went out of the bedroom and headed to the dressing room. He had to dress up properly too. Despite her doubt, Harriet complied. After changing her clothes, she went out of the bedroom and arrived at the dressing room. "I'm ready!" she announced. She opened the door, only to see Delbert standing there in shorts. She quickly covered her face with her hands and turned away. Even though they were married, this scene was still too embarrassing.

"Then, you should join me. Remember to dress up well. Don't embarrass me." Caroline made the decision for Summer before the latter could agree. It was like she was forcing Summer. After that, Luca led Summer to an opulent room on the first floor of the Quigley residence. About four stylists were waiting there. They were probably there to style Summer's hair. A woman with straight hair dressed in a long, fashionable floral dress walked over to welcome Summer. "You must be Madam Summer. We're here to dress you up as per Madam Caroline's instructions."

Sunny suggested, holding up a black armless gown as I’m trying to find a perfect wear for the lunch with Carlton. “It's too short,” I dismiss her suggestion once again and continue roaming through my closet. “Exactly. You have to make him want you badly, make him yearn for you,” she says ever so dramatic. Then I stop and gives the dress my attention. I closely inspects it thoroughly and then A wicked chuckle escapes my lips as I take the dress from her. I plan to charm him and make him fall hard to make my revenge smooth and quick. This dress will for sure speed up the process.

I'd rather stay there than live under the same roof as Charlotte. After getting everything moved in, I rushed to pile my stuff into the room. I was so tired that I collapsed onto the mattress without eating and fell asleep instantly. The next morning, I went back to clean up the house, hoping to finish everything before Charlotte arrived. "Who's there?" Charlotte's voice suddenly echoed behind me. I turned around to see her. She was wearing a long white dress, with bandages around her arms. She looked pale and worn out. But I wouldn't forget how she got those injuries.

Chapter 17: Public Claim “You’re wearing this tonight.” Damien’s voice was low, authoritative, as he held up the dress. It was a stunning deep crimson gown with a plunging neckline and a slit that ran dangerously high up one thigh. The fabric looked expensive enough to pay my rent for a year. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in nothing but black lace lingerie he had chosen earlier. My body still bore faint marks from last night — his fingerprints on my hips, faint hickeys along my collarbone, the pleasant ache between my thighs that reminded me exactly who I belonged to.

“How about this? When you’re eighteen, I’ll let you meet him.” “Really? So, I also have a dad?” Charlotte giggled and bounced in her spot. “Yay, I knew it! Mommy always gets me what everyone else has! Mommy, can I have a green dress? I want to be in a pretty green dress when I meet Daddy.