Eunoia Dress Novels & Stories

THE HUMILIATION (Serena's POV) Saturday evening came too quickly. I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, adjusting the simple black dress I had chosen for Eleanor's party. It was one of the few nice dresses I still owned that hadn't been sold to pay bills. Isabella sat in her carrier beside me, wearing a tiny white dress that made her look like an angel. "Are you sure about bringing her?" Elena asked from behind me. She was wearing a navy blue dress that looked professional and dignified.

I noticed a price tag on one of the dresses hanging from a rail on the right side of the store £1500 it was a plain simple mid length dress with long sleeves, nothing spectacular however still quite elegant. “Luna” I heard Carrie shout. I turned around and she was stood beside the most amazing dress I have ever seen. It was similar to the dress in the window although something about this dress really had me awestruck. It was a straight floor length gown with a strapless heart shaped bustier top and a slit up the left leg, it was a beautiful golden colour which reminded me of a goddess, it was made for a model I’m sure of it. “This dress was made for you” Carrie stated, I couldn’t help but l

It was a pale blue baby doll style dress, and it would show off the natural shine on her hair and flawless skin. "Try it on." Sage nodded as Kayda pulled off her shorts and tee shirt. "No bra." We both said at the same time, noting the low sweetheart neckline, thin spaghetti straps, and low back. Kayda shimmed out of her bra before pulling on the dress. Sage had just zipped her in when a knock came on my door, and before I could answer, Eoin walked in and paused, looking at us. "What's going on here?" he asked. His eyes lingered on Kayda.

She said something gentle, almost motherly, and pointed to the bathroom. Elena sighed. Fighting with Maria wouldn't accomplish anything. The woman was just following orders. She took the garment bag into the bathroom and unzipped it. Her breath stopped. The dress was stunning. Deep emerald green silk that shimmered in the light, floor-length with a neckline that would show just enough without being scandalous. Delicate straps. A fitted bodice that would hug every curve. It was the kind of dress that cost thousands of dollars. The kind of dress that would make her look like she belonged at Rodrigo's table.

"The seamstresses are here for the final fitting of your dress. Are you ready to see it? It's even more breathtaking than the last time you saw it!" Elena giggled, allowing Beauty to lead her toward the fitting room. The dress, a custom creation of shimmering silk and delicate lace, lay draped on a mannequin, radiating an ethereal beauty. As Elena gazed at it, she couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion. This dress represented not just her union with Oliver, but her commitment to the pack, her acceptance of her role as Luna.

Ezra said "Great let's go try on this dress then," Novella said Ezra and Novella went to the dressing room; they tried on dresses while standing in the mirror. Ezra tried on the dress her sister gave her, but it was too big for her. The maid had to make changes to the dress. Meanwhile, Novella puts on a golden ombre mermaid dress. The dress had a lot of different vibrant colored stones on it. The top of the dress had a heart-shaped Neckline; Novella immediately fell in love with it.

Oblivious to my mother’s murderous glare, Vivian made her demands without restraint. “This was my dress until your trashy daughter put her hands on it. Now it’s ruined. You’ll pay ten times the price. And for those slaps? She’ll kneel right here and slap herself twenty times in front of everyone. “Most importantly, cancel her engagement with Luc.” She spoke as if she was bestowing some great mercy. “Do everything I say, and maybe I’ll let you walk out of here in one piece. Otherwise, you’re not leaving this store alive!”

Julia replied while stroking her chin. "So this is the dress, Miss?" the boutique owner asked politely. "Yes, Miss. I like it very much. You're very good at designing dresses," Elena praised sincerely, making the woman smile happily. It wasn't as extravagant as other bridal gowns or a dress that looked like a princess in a fairy tale. It was more like the dress of a diva walking on the red carpet, only it was covered with brocade fabric all over the dress and fit Elena's body perfectly.

“These are… for me?” The designer nodded proudly. “Of course.” She lifted the cover from the first dress. A stunning ivory gown shimmered under the soft lights. Its fabric flowed like water, delicate silver embroidery tracing elegant patterns across the bodice. Elena hesitated before touching it. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. Julian leaned against the wall watching her. “Try it.” Moments later, Elena stood inside the dressing room while the designers carefully adjusted the gown around her. The mirror reflected someone she barely recognized.

She was pretty sure no one would care if no one knows. Slowly, she comes closer to the gown, moves around it, studying the beautiful light that seems to invite her to fit the gown. Gently, she ran her fingers to the silhouette of the gown and sighed with pleasure. The soft material was like a caress of her skin. Her hand seems to have its own mind as it gently extracts the gown from the hanger. There was a full-length mirror at the toilet. She knows no one will use it because she is the only female person here in the cinema. Just for a tiny moment, she would borrow the gown and see if she would look good on it.