Dressrosa Characters Novels & Stories

In a one-bedroom apartment, seated there was a ginger head girl crouched in the corner of a dark room. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed. Her hair looked unkempt, she obviously hadn't bathed in days, and she was scratching her arm that was exposed due to the light sleeveless dress that she wore. She was Rosa, Avery's Favourite Maid. She raised her tear-streaked face as her eyes darted around the room. Guilt, Sadness, and Horror were evident on her face. She had done something. Something horrible.

“I specifically warned your father not to let anyone from your family contact me. Are you trying to anger me?” The stunning young female released a laugh after hearing my words. She wore a dark red dress that matched the lipstick on her lips. Her black, straight hair was parted sideways to complement her innocent beauty. It was a shame that her heart was completely different from her outward appearance. After personally witnessing her harsh and ruthless behavior towards Catalina, I was completely sure she came here for a simple visit. Rosalia slowly closed the distance between us with a smile. Instead of sitting down, she remained standing, brushing the seat with her long, manicured fingers.

Rose was dressed in a flowing rosy pink dress and mask, and though Peony wore the same, her dress and mask were pale white. "And I thought I was never going to be left alone. It would have been a shame not to mingle by myself." I said with a playful smile as I gauged them. "I—" "So you're Lorenzo's new b*tch?"

She said. Augustus stared at the cigarette in his hand and then glanced at Lisa Rose. Lisa Rose was wearing a black leather dress; she looked like a bad girl. She was wearing a heavy makeup on her face. Her body was petite she doesn’t have much curves. Her shoulder length hairs were tied in a ponytail making her face features more vibrant.

All screaming trophy. “Prepare?” I sat up, heart already racing. “Why, what’s going on?” Rosa doesn’t meet my eyes. She laid the dresses on the bed, smoothing out invisible wrinkles. “You’ll wear this red one. It brings out your eyes.” She said. “Rosa,” I whispered. “Tell me what’s going on.” She pressed her lips together and shook her head, busying herself with the dresses. “Just let me make you beautiful, dearest. At the end of the day… I still answer to your father.”

Irina's POV I swung my legs over the side of the bed to check what was happening. Lindsey stood in the corridor, flanked by two of her ever-present attendants. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her face was flushed with anger. “Where is my dress?” She yelled at the maids. “We’re searching Luna.” Mrs. Rose said. I saw some people moving towards my room. They brought in a beautiful dress, pale blue silk with delicate embroidery along the bodice. One of the dresses I had washed for her yesterday.

I was almost believing it when Rosa and Lana breezed in together, laughing loud enough to fill the whole room. Rosa had on this pale pink dress that hugged her body perfectly, like it was made just for her. Her blonde hair bounced with every step, all shiny and pretty. Her skin looked like it was glowing, and her makeup was flawless even though it wasn’t even eight in the morning yet. Lana came right behind her in her silk robe, wearing that mean little smirk she always got when she thought something fun and nasty was about to happen. “Good morning, Mother,” Rosa said sweetly. She bent down and pressed her cheek against Shirley’s, squeezing her hand like they were the closest people in the w

She jerked awake before dawn, gasping. Tomorrow was gala day. *** By six p.m. the mansion pulsed with silk gowns and whispered conspiracies. Crystal chandeliers turned champagne into molten gold. Inés floated among guests, tray balanced, smile welded in place. Alonso worked the room like a favorite son. Alejandro lingered at the edges, predator-still. Thiago? Absent so far. Halfway through the event, Alejandro’s gaze snagged hers across the ballroom. Steel met flint. He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning.

He'd shown me some indirect instances that proved he was not all that cruel as he seems. Rosalina walked into the room, the sound of her footsteps made me rush out of my reverie. I turned to look at her; she was wearing a short black Armani dress with a blood red stiletto to match. A smile stretched across her face on seeing me, I returned the smile and greeted "Hey"

The air was thick with anticipation as the couple stepped inside. Rose seemed unexpectedly cheerful, radiating a vibrant energy that matched her attire. She wore a stunning red dress that flowed gracefully with every step she took. The dress accentuated her natural beauty, highlighting her curves and giving her an air of confidence. Her lips were adorned with a luscious shade of brown nude, making them even more enticing. She completed her look with a pair of low flat-heeled shoes that provided both comfort and style.