Get Dressed Up With A Ribbon Novels & Stories

That wasn't just messy—it was unhinged. I took a slow breath, trying to keep my cool. Back when Zeke was still trying to impress me, he had my initials stitched into the hem of the dress. The staff had to know. I handed a business card to one of the staff. "I'm the owner of that dress. Ask her to take it off." Jella cracked up. "Seriously? Zeke brought me here himself. Every detail was customized for me." The clerk gave a tight nod and slid my card right back. "Miss, please don't stir up trouble. That gown belongs to Ms. Santoro."

While the top half of the dress was a glittery orange, the bottom took on a reddish brown tint like autumn leaves and the waist was even adorned with a belt styled with what looked like autumn leaves. Lastly, the dress came with a hairpin with an orange flower glued to the top of it. After helping me get dressed, Nellie applied light makeup to my face, braided the front of my hair and pinned it all up in an elegant bun. After all had been done, I could barely recognize myself in the mirror. I looked so much different from the usually frumpy Allison and it was a good different.

My hair was in an updo with expensive silver clips around it, forming a flower and leaves combination. She dressed me up in a long, black and red dress. It drops on the ground, covered the point of my black shoes. She, Gerber herself, was wearing a brown dress with the same length as mine. The only difference is my ruffled sleeves and her normal ones. Atlas, on the other hand, looked stunning in her dark emerald dress that glimmers with her silver jewels.

I tore off the front hem and put on the ankle chain. If I didn’t tear the front hem of the dress, the ankle chain could not be seen. Now the dress looked even better and the ankle chain could be seen. I put the chain bracelet on my wrist. I had no time to put on make-up because the dance was about to end. I asked someone to find a mask for me. I put on the mask and pulled off the hairband. My hair, which was tied up in a ponytail, went down. Rita’s POV:

Each woman's outfit was a tribute to their unique personalities, while still harmonizing with the overall theme. Lady Eleanor, a picture of grace, wore an elegant gold gown that flowed like liquid sunlight. The intricate embroidery on her dress sparkled like stars, capturing the essence of her timeless beauty. A sage green sash cinched her waist, adding a touch of the event's color palette. Her demeanor exuded regal poise, perfectly in tune with her title.

The square neckline closed at the front with a band of eyelets on either side of the opening. His eyes took in the swells of my breasts that poked out. It was ankle length and had delicate lace ribbon trims at the end of the performed elbow sleeves. I’d felt hidden beneath the conservative dress but his eyes told me I looked like a gift he couldn’t wait to unwrap. I felt naked beneath my layers, I felt seen. My hair was tied in a low bun with a ribbon to keep it up and tidy.

I wanted boots though, but this would do. The maids help my dress. Since the makeup was already done, one of them frees my hair of its tight knot and braids it in side parts around my head, little chains of platinum braided with them. My hair isn’t quite long enough to be tied properly in a knot at the nape of my neck, so they use a white silk ribbon to help build the volume and finish the style. In my ears, little pearly earrings. I do feel like the neck is too empty, but let it be.

Once clean, I padded back to my wardrobe, where Rmonica’s special gift hung waiting for me. The dress was a masterpiece—a deep emerald that shimmered faintly in the light. The cut flattered my growing belly in a way that made me feel beautiful rather than cumbersome. Slipping it on, I smoothed the fabric over my curves, smiling as it hugged me perfectly. Rmonica truly had an eye for these things. Next, I weaved my hair into a fishtail braid, its loose, elegant style complementing the dress. A touch of light makeup followed—a dab of blush, a stroke of mascara, and a bit of gloss.

(Lydia) The day of the engagement party dawned with a golden hue spilling across the horizon, as if nature itself celebrated with us. I woke up early, filled with nerves and excitement, staring at the dress Ruby had designed for me. It was breathtaking, a floor-length gown in soft champagne silk, adorned with delicate floral embroidery that shimmered faintly in the light.

Farren's Point of View Rafael waited for me to get dressed. Had turned his back on me as I slinked into my own clothes. Just a long pale blue dress with a large white ribbon in my hair. Barefoot, because the heeled boots from earlier had eaten up my feet. "You can turn back around now," I told Raf. Tightened the drawstrings on the middle of the dress so that my waist was accentuated.