Dressrosa Characters Novels & Stories

But it was literally the same exact dress I had just put on Ambrosia, it was just in bronze instead. “What’s so funny?” He asked me. I looked at Ambrosia who was smiling so big. She nodded to me. I snapped and put her in the rose gold dress. Ramses lost his shit. “No fucking way!” He said, pushing Jade to go stand over by Ambrosia. They were literally in the same dress, but just different colors. The girls posed and Ramses pretended to snap photos of them while they laughed about having the same dress with eachother.

Castalia must have known the triplets would burn the house down if my name wasn't up there. Rosa Delgado, the Syndicate’s lead socialite, strutted out of the kitchen. She was wearing a lace bralette under micro-mini overalls, her hair bleached to a blinding platinum. She looked like a high-end biker pin-up. “Welcome home, boys!” she squealed, throwing her arms around all three of them. She didn't even look at me. I stood there, arms folded over my shimmery blue satin dress, watching her mark her territory. I stepped forward, sliding my hand onto Matteo’s chest.

“Ugh stupid dress” Alessia grumbled her face in a deep scowl. She was currently surrounded in a mass of fluff and all kinds of couture dresses made by the best fashion houses worldwide. “Aaahhhhh I love this color, it really highlights her eyes, don't you think Rosa?” The speaker was a stunning slender woman, whose bold sparkling jade jewellery stood out across miles. She was Paula Hernandez, Alessia's Aunt and Rosa's sister. Rosa nodded to get sister, “Still the fashion icon, Paula dear and yes, it does look lovely on Alessia”

Madison answered " oh, the dress I wore for the banquet wasn't made by her,but I think mine and Maria dress were nice"Rosy answered "what do you know? you obviously don't know about dresses and their quality,even if she didn't make that one how about throne you wore the other day? it was too plain and she knew you would be addressing the king, you should change her, I changed mine also, the one who made my make up"she said "let forget about that,talk about something else"Rosy said obviously upset

Layla pulled my hand, trying to get me to stay with her. "Honey? What's going on? Are you not happy to see me? Who is she?" She questioned. I turned and looked at her. After seeing my mate, Layla is nothing compaired to her. Alexandria had long, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. Layla had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face was always caked in makeup. "She's-" I started, but Layla interuppted me.

Rosabella gathered her wits and looked at her confused daughter in sympathy. "Olive dear, take Rosie upstairs and both of you can have a shower. Dinner will be ready soon" Olive obediently took Rosie upstairs. After a while, Olive came down the stairs carrying Rosie on her hip. Rosie was wearing one of Olive's old clothes. It was a T-shirt with Elsa on it and Mickey Mouse pants. Olive on the other hand was wearing a Black Widow shirt and grey sweats.

Catching her eye, Xander mouthed ‘I love you’ which made her smile like a fool. “Have you picked your dress already?” Rosa looked at Serenity with hopeful eyes. “I have, I’m going for my final dress fitting on Friday and I’d like you to come.” “We’re here.” Xander announced and switched off the engine. “I’d love to accompany you.” Rosa grinned widely and the smile never left her face as she greeted her best friend for the first time in many years. “It’s lovely to see you, Pietro.” Caterina smiled softly as she hugged him, “Come on in, I have prepared all of your favourites.”

Rose wore a white dress with a pearl necklace. Her hair was combed smoothly. They were long and straight, unlike my curly hair. When I was a child, I wanted straight hair like my father’s and Selina’s, my younger sister. Sierra and I looked like our mother. Curly hair and brown skin. Selina was more like our father. Kyle and Jace were a mixture of Mother and Father. Rose sipped her tea and looked at me. She had a cold aura about herself like all her family members, except for Rosalia and Theodore.

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

"Drop it, James." "I'm just saying. You've never gone dress shopping with anyone before." "She's my wife." "Contract wife." "James." He held both hands up, said nothing else, though the smirk didn't fully disappear. Rosa emerged from behind a curtain a few minutes later. The stylist trailed behind her with three more dresses draped over one arm. The first dress was deep green, simple but elegant, fitted through the waist before flaring slightly at the hem. "What do you think?" she asked, turning slowly in front of the mirror.