Esther Coleman Costume Novels & Stories

Travis countered. I didn't answer, but quickly remembered that when I found Esther on the night of the attack, she wasn't wearing her uniform but a dress. "Why would she do this?" I asked Travis, completely baffled. "Do they know each other?" "The woman's name is Yve Leedon. She says she doesn't know Esther and has never seen her before. One of you attacks her and removes her clothes, while the other helps her and gives her clothes. I can't figure out what you two were doing," Travis remarked sarcastically.

I had a good feeling about this. * The next day, I got dressed in my finest silk dress with the help of my maids. I wanted to look expensive. I needed an outfit that exuded confidence and grace. And what better outfit than a silk red dress with heels? I followed Lady Esther to the boardroom where the elders were having a meeting. I felt a bit nervous but I kept my composure. This was my last chance to convince them that I was the only suitable Luna for Cole. If this didn't work, then nothing would.

Every time it swung open I looked up fast and every time it wasn’t her. Lucas tugged my sleeve. “Dad, you’re not listening.” I crouched down immediately. “Sorry, what?” “I said the music is perfect,” Lucas repeated patiently. “Not too loud. Dr. Estelle will love it.” “Yeah,” I managed roughly. “She will.” The door opened again and this time the room tilted slightly beneath my feet. Estelle walked in and everything else just stopped. She wore a fitted black dress that made her pale skin glow, her dark hair falling in loose waves past her shoulders, and she moved through the entrance like she belonged in every room she’d ever walked into.

Anna snapped her fingers and replied crisply, "I'm a fashion designer, Esther. Of course, I have a vast collection of clothes." She then led Esther to the basement using an elevator. The entrance was password-protected. "Take a look at my entire collection," Anna said as she switched on the lights. The previously pitch-black basement was now illuminated with bright white lights. Esther saw a wide variety of clothes hanging, ranging from luxurious dresses to more casual options. "My collection is well-maintained and stored at a controlled temperature. Feel free to find something you like," Anna encouraged. Without hesitation, Esther picked out a black short-sleeved T-shirt and black cargo pan

one of the maids began, her voice soft yet clear, "Mother requests your presence at the dining hall." Mother? Esteria thought, a flicker of curiosity and unease passing through her. She nodded and allowed the maids to assist her into the garments they had brought—a flowing dress of deep crimson, its fabric soft against her skin and intricate patterns of silver thread woven into the hems. It was beautiful, yet somehow it felt like armor, a layer of protection against the unknown challenges that lay ahead.

Anika also praised as she sat beside them, and could only watch as they busied their selves a bit enviously. Esther looked up, her countenance extremely gentle. She also changed her style, as nowadays, she mostly wears delicate and light-colored dresses, looking very gentle and kind. She turned to Anika and chuckled softly as she shook her head as if it was nothing for her. "Oh, it's just some chores that I know. Taking care of the people and things in the house," She said modestly. She then looked and smiled softly at Leon and raised the shirt. "I tried my best. Is it acceptable? Good as new?" She showed the exquisite shirt that did not have any trace of being torn.

It's almost half an hour travel from here and the ceremony will start in few hours. ***ESTHER*** "You guys are late," aunt Era shouts as she sees us. She takes me to the changing room. I wear the dress that I had bought from the town hall. Aunt Era does make up on my face and with her skills I realise she isn't good at that. I have to wash off my face and do a little make up for myself. Well! It's a little make up, I guess. Aunt curls the lower part of my hair. My long brown hair falls off my shoulder and she braids half of my hair leaving the half down my shoulder. It looks amazingly beautiful.

And there she was. Esther stood in front of the full-length mirror mounted on the wall, humming softly to herself as she dabbed concealer beneath her eyes. Her gown had been traded for a silky robe that barely covered her thighs, and the table beside her held an entire spread of makeup products. My brows knit together, but I didn’t speak right away. I simply stepped inside and closed the door behind me. She didn’t jump. Didn’t even flinch. She glanced at my reflection in the mirror and smirked as if she’d been expecting me.

At that time, Esther came out of her room, wearing the dress she bought from JL Boutique. "Boss, I'm ready." said Esther. Charles turned around and had a small smile on his face. Esther's dress was a stunning knee length intense purple silk dress with a wavy pattern running across her bust. Her hair was the wavy long hairstyle that Charles saw that first night. "Woah, boss. Who is that hottie? Is that.... Esther?" asked Victoria. "Indeed, it is. Esther, have a seat." replied Charles as he and Esther sat down. "Like I mentioned, we are taking care of an ex-boyfriend problem that has been bugging Esther for some time apparently. Esther, could you share more about this guy with us?"