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However, Aakifahlynn loved the look, yet she had never dreamed of dressing this way at the Kingdom. With each passing day, Aakifahlynn's transformation was becoming more evident. She was shedding her old self and embracing a new, more confident persona. The dress she wore, an exquisite royal blue gown, was a testament to this change. It not only made her gorgeous blue eyes stand out but also symbolized her newfound boldness and empowerment. The dress was flourished with diamond studs giving an iridescent glow, with a plunging neckline and a revealing back, cinched at the waist, and it flowed to the ground with a high slit that would reveal undies if she were to wear any. She did not intend t

I don't want to ruin the night. As to what that anonymous guy instructed in the letter. I wore my navy blue tube dress with a pretty necklace that has a V pendant on it. I also covered my bruises with concealers and I finished about almost an hour covering it all up because its all over my body now and it even got bigger than before. If this was normal, I would've looked like a battered daughter because of the bruises I have in my body. Thankfully that's not the case. "Hey, are you nervous?" I heard Mal asking me. I was thinking too much I didn't even notice we'd arrived at the grand theatre.

'I can do it' I chanted this mantra in my head to motivate myself remembering what Akash said earlier. I finally slipped into the dress, which Ritika had given me. It was a long yellow gown with a deep v-neck and open shoulder. The back was almost non-existent. It was an open back half-way down my back. The fabric hugged every curve inch of my body perfectly. "OMG!! Dharani, You look stunning! I must say that any other supermodel is nothing in front of you! You are so gorgeous!" Ritika shouted in excitement, and I smiled at her shyly.

I replied, now placing the phone on my bed ~ on loud speaker while I dressed up. For an unknown reason, I wanted to dress really gorgeous , I don't know if it was because Finn told me to make him drop dead or probably because he loved my outfit yesterday. Plus apparently, I also just got a black beautiful dinner gown, which exposed my cleavage and I’m beginning to love dresses that hugs my body and reveals my shape. I have also planned to wear this particular gown to dinner date with Zane once I arrive at Canada.. “Oh Rita, we’ve already lost the whole of yesterday and half of Sunday. Now the weekend’s over. We’ve got to spend this night judiciously”

Carol’s POV “I can’t believe the Alpha King is going to be here today!” Fiona shrieked after she finished putting on the dress she personally designed. It was a gorgeous pink dress with straps that went around her neck, and it made her waistline look smaller than it was. It hugged her figure perfectly and also made her legs look great. Oliver would lose his mind if he saw her wearing this but thankfully, he was so busy with work-related stuff that he couldn’t come here this morning.

She called for a server and was served a margarita. Everyone was dressed up in gowns and looked glamorous—except her. "Dress up upstairs. Your gown is there," her mother Fiona told her. "No, thank you. I'm comfortable with these." She was wearing black leather pants, a leather jacket, and a T-shirt with a print on it: Badass. "I don't like the shirt that you are wearing," Fiona frowned. "Mom. It's trending these days. Also, I got Grandpa one as well." She called her butler and told him to get her bag.

I stood on the mini stage, facing the huge mirror and didn't dare looking at him. "Okay, Ms. Hamilton. Show him your dress," Tiffany stated. After hearing my cue, I looked around to show him the dress. And then saw how surprised he is, as if he wasn't expecting me to wear this beautiful and attractive dress. Grayson just staring at me, he's not saying anything and remain shut. "What do you think Mr. Martinez?" Tiffany asked. Grayson smiled at me, "She's gorgeous." "Great! The dress is $10,000, do you pay in cash or in credit card?" She inquired.

MILA It was extremely satisfying to walk down the stairs from the static and inform my family that Felix was picking me up in fifteen minutes for a date. Nadine looked like she was about to vomit, and my parents both looked like they were going into cardiac arrest. “Where did you get that dress?” my mother asked, staring at the pink-and-white checked cottagecore number I had thrown on. I smirked in Nadine’s direction as I did a little twirl. “Felix bought this for me. It’s from a boutique in Fresonia.”

"I haven't really worn any girly clothes before, something that Matteo will like." "Dress it is!" Gwen laughed, disappearing back into her closet. Thirty minutes later, I was walking down the stairs, pushing the door to the club open, my bare legs out, glimmering after a quick spray of moisturiser, my body cocooned in a blue dress that sat mid-way down my thighs, tight and ruched around the waist only to flare out around my thighs, with beautiful spaghetti straps. It was lovely, totally inappropriate, but I had an idea and a way to help, if Matteo would let me.

The last day of the festival was opened by Rosanna, and she, like nearly every other Queeness, dressed in the Royal Fafner family colors of red, gold and grey. Her dress was of smooth glittering red silk that was adorned with gold. And a pale grey scattering of jewelry glinted off her body as she danced. Thankfully she didn’t embarrass herself like some of the other Queeness’ and actually stuck to her family’s Pride Dance. But the dress itself was enough to wonder what was going on in that head of hers.