Dressrosa Characters Novels & Stories

I wanted to say that he didn’t really choose me but Aleksei jumped in first. “Irina, Marek has never been small or cute. We need a dress for the Charity Event on Friday. Marek had her go to a bunch of frilly dress places upside but that isn’t our dear Rosaria. She’s a fighter. Not a princess or a debutant or a fairy.” I smiled as Irina looked at me up and down. “Well of course she isn’t. Come. I will pick out three dresses. If you don’t like any of three I pick out, then I will retire and close up shop.”

She looked at her dress only to see herself wearing a corset. ‘What the heck’ ivy exclaimed as she stared at the beautiful blue gown on her body. She struggled to stand up from the bed and at last she stood up. She noticed something different about her nails, she had her nail polished with gold but why are they suddenly silver. If this was a prank that Ivan and her friends are trying to pull on her, she was going to yank their hair until it falls out. She saw a mirror and quickly but carefully walked to it and looked at her reflection.

The makeup Rosa had applied covered up the bruises that were scattered on the left side of her face. Rosa smiled at her the entire time while doing her task with her caring eyes. It took over an hour to get Elayna’s hair and makeup styled correctly, both knowing how critical this was. Her dress was a pale yellow dress with pink and purple sequined lotus flowers on it. It was floor length, flowy and beautiful. Rosa assisted her with the large belt that went around her midsection. She felt a terrible ache in her sides. She took a deep breath then. Sweat was forming on her upper lip. Her entire body hurt from the explosion. She knew she shouldn’t be out of bed. “You are not well, Mrs. King. I

Chapter 24 (Rowen) Ambrosia was wearing the most beautiful rose gold dress. It had a crossed front design that accented her full chest. It was long to the floor In the back, but shorter up front and had slits up both sides to her thighs. It wasn't glittery, but the fabric had a silky shimmer in the right lighting.

All in all, she looked stunning. "I'm sorry but who picked this dress?" Maya asked as she twirled in front of the mirror. "His majesty did." Rosa replied. Maya stopped short, her eyes widening as she stared at Rosa. "He did?" "He always picks out your dresses, whenever he gets the chance to, your majesty." Rosa replied, a knowing smile on her face. Maya turned back to the mirror, still dazed. Dexter picks out her dresses. She's never heard of that before. She couldn't help the grin that broke out on her face. She resumed work with a smile on her face that day.

Rosella tried cheering her up as she started the car and drove out of the area. 《GLAM'S BOUTIQUE》 Rosella Vincento. "How does this dress look on me?". Rosella asked Camila who smiled at the dress she was wearing. Rosella was wearing a short royal blue gown which had a pretty up-shoulder arm with a lot of flare waffles at the bottom. She looked exceptionally pretty in it. "I love it. Never knew you were prettier than this!". Camila gushed and Rosella frowned at her. "What do you mean by that?". Rosella asked.

Rose stood up and walked to her wardrobe to choose the best dress for the day. ~ 10 minutes later ~ Rose came out of her room, she exuded elegance and style, with her carefully chosen attire that reflects her confident and fashion-forward personality. Her dress features a stunning combination of colors and materials, perfectly complementing her overall look. The top of her dress has a soft shade of pink, exuding femininity and grace. It was crafted from a luxurious and delicate fabric, adorned with intricate details such as lace or embroidery. The top has a flattering neckline, accentuating her collarbones and adding a touch of sophistication to her appearance.

Rose wore another demure, red velvet gown, her short black curls wild and unruly. Roxie wore Rose’s gown from yesterday. Both of them dressed as frumpy old maids. I wondered if Dex or his father had instructed Roxie to dress more appropriately. Rose’s round, cherry coloured mouth was hanging open slightly as she studied my ragged appeaeance and then Olaf. He froze, as if aware of her presence but his golden eyes remained towards the floor as I thanked him and slowly closed the door. I lay on the bed and passed out, into a thankfully peaceful sleep.

As Rose went inside the closet and close the door, his expression again changed into solemn. He looked around the room and felt a sharp pain in his heart. Though he came to spend some time here alone, only at the grave of his mother, he never wanted to step in this house. Rose got changed in the change room of the closet and glance at herself in the mirror. A top-end, long, boat-neck, sleeveless white party gown is perfectly fitting at her perfect hour-glass figure. "Not bad, little Alex has a wonderful taste in women's clothing." Rose mumbles.

'' I lie, smoothly as I continue to look at him. He rolls his eyes at me, pointing at the window, ''No you're not. You need to jump now, amore.'' Then, he pulls me towards the window before picking me up and placing me right near the window but he drops me as soon as I start fighting back, ''Rose.'' He says my name, impatiently. ''I'm wearing a dress, Elia. I can't jump!'' I state but he quickly tear the dress—making it short up till my knees. My eyes widen in surprise but he just acts casually, as if it wasn't a big deal.