Dressrosa Characters Novels & Stories

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.

The man who wasn’t even looking at me. His attention—his everything—was fixated on someone else. Rosana Florencia Drottghes. She clung to his arm as if she had always belonged there, and perhaps she had. She was the daughter of the Drottghes Empire, a beautiful, perfect bloodline, and powerful—everything I was not. The way Damien leaned into her, the way his lips curved in the softest smile as she whispered into his ear—it was effortless. It was devastating.

Rosa, Penny, and Nick were all staring at the spectacle before them with a tiny relieved smile. Rosa Edmond and Penelope Douglas; my Esthetician and massage therapist respectively were already dressed in our signature uniform—A pink-colored two-piece outfit consisting of a top and pants. The top has a V-neck design and short puff sleeves, and the pants are a loose, jogger-style cut. But Nick— the nail technician was still dressed casually. Okay… what the hell is going on here? Tara unwrapped her arms from my body and grabbed my shoulders instead. “You are not hurt anywhere, are you? Do you feel pain anywhere? Do you feel dizzy?”

he continued his tone light but probing. “I’m Rosie Dawson. Hyacinth’s sister,” she said, her smile widening as she extended a hand toward Venla. There was something in her expression, a flicker of recognition that made my stomach churn. Venla hesitated for a moment before shaking Rosie’s hand, her smile strained. “I’m Venla,” she said, her voice quiet but firm. “You look familiar,” Rosie remarked, her tone casual, but her eyes were sharp, searching. “You as well,” Venla replied, her words measured, her expression unreadable.

It was a cream-colored slim-fit pencil skirt dress that was covered by a matching floral overcoat and hat. "Look at you, ma!" Serafina laughed and walked over to her mother, giving her a kiss on the cheek before looking at her once more. "Dad will trip seeing you," "He always trips when he sees me," Rosalie crinkled her nose at her daughter as she laughed.

|| Narrator’s Pov || Rosa wore a white knee-length dress adorned with a pink ribbon at the waist. She looked so pretty in the soft blend of white and pink, just like a delicate doll. She thought Killian was taking her on a date, so she had even put on a little makeup. Nodding at her reflection with satisfaction, she hurried down the stairs. Killian wasn’t in the mansion, and Chris had come to pick her up. Her face lit up the moment she saw him waiting by the car.

Dmitri was just about to say something when Joy barged in, Rose, Tina, Casey and a whole bunch of other people in tow. "Trinity! Dear, I'm so sorry about that stain. I don't know what happened but we're going to try to fix it as best as we can. And if we can't, I've brought another dress with me too. It's not as grand as this one but it'll have to do if things don't work out," Rose explained before she went straight to the dress, examining it critically. "See, it'll be fine. You have a team of trustworthy friends who are going to fix this. There's always the tank top and shorts if they can't."

It was his damn fault, he hurt the girl he loves and she is dying slowly in a hospital yet he can’t do anything, and he remembered her saying he didn’t deserve to claim loving her, he was heartless. Most celebrities that Amelia Rose had helped out of the claws that could have sent them down came to see her so was mother Pauline and most of the children she grew up with in the orphanage. Mrs Jones stood at the far corner and watched the kind of love this girl had yet she didn’t notice it and it was already late. She knew that by tomorrow morning arrives they would preparing for Amelia Rose's funeral. Finally at the end of the day some unexpected visitor appeared, She stared at Amelia through

Plus, we shared accessories, even if we weren’t the same dress size. I could tell she was nervous. She kept changing and debating on what to wear. I was in a sleeveless floral dress with a denim jacket and ankle boots. Kimia kept pulling out dresses, skirts, and tops. It took Kamron pounding on her bedroom door telling us to hurry up for her to finally decide on a black mini, a red tank, and a sparkly black bolero jacket. She slipped on some sparkly black flats, and we were out. Mrs. Graycort stood at the door with a small box in her hands. I love her almost as much as my own mom, but she is very inappropriate.