Get Dressed Up With A Ribbon Novels & Stories

The time for the banquet arrives. I'm nervous. Despite all my preparation and instinctive skill, I'm worried it's not enough. Althea helps me get ready. She braids my hair and then pins it up on my head. The dress I'm wearing was made specifically for tonight. The corseted top is part of the armor. It stretches up my chest and down my arms, fashionable yet strong.

Maia added unprompted, "but she just moved here and doesn't have a proper outfit. I know it's on short notice but I was hoping you had something for her." The associate nodded and led me in front of a row of mirrors. She had me feeling like a runway model with all of the outfits she had me try on. Finally, after experimenting with twenty different costumes, we all decided on one. Despite my discomfort towards this whole experience, even I had to admit, the gown was stunning. It was what they called a 'cocktail dress,' and it was all black, with a ribbon of lace that ran along my collarbone. Gold chains were used as straps for the dress, and similar golden accents also were stitched along my

She stood in front of the floor-length mirror, the black dress clinging to her like a second skin, her shoulders bare, her neck wrapped in a delicate velvet ribbon that looked like a fashionable choker to anyone who didn’t know better. But she knew what it really was. A signal. A claim. A silent reminder of who she belonged to.

A stylist arrived at seven in the morning with two assistants, a rack of gowns, and no patience for objections. "I don't need any of this," Eva said, backing away from a dress that probably cost a fortune. Julian didn't look up from his phone. "You aren't dressing for yourself. You're dressing for the headlines." "I never agreed to a press conference." "You agreed the moment you put on that ring." He finally glanced at her, expression unreadable. Be downstairs in an hour.

How bad would that kiss affect their relationship? They were attending this important party on Sunday, the following day, and it had a super strict dress code. Liz couldn't care less, she was going to show up in a flower dress and that was it, but Delilah loved feeling like she was the owner of a big company. And, also, Delilah's parents were going to be there, as it was some kind of lawyers' celebration for the opening of a new firm, so Delilah was nervous, she wanted to impress them. "You look amazing, D." Liz wasn't lying, her girlfriend looked like a model. The dress was accentuating her figure and her legs were showing and the lilac color made her look more tanned, it was perfect. She w

However, Sally abruptly called out in an aggrieved manner, "Claudia, it's my birthday today. Why are you dressed like you're attending a funeral? I know you don't like me, but you shouldn't dress like you're in mourning just to ruin my birthday party…" She even started crying pitifully.

“ Once again, Madame Mimosa clapped and her attendees started dressing Vivienne. Time flew fast and it was already evening but Vivienne had just finished dressing up. She was dressed in a gold-colored ball gown with lots of luxurious ornaments. The gown weights more than what she was expecting, it's heavy but it does make her look like a princess once again. Her hair was done beautifully but Madame Mimosa wasn't so satisfied with the result so, she added some beads and small flowers to add more details. Vivienne badly wanted to wear her crown but she would bring death by just putting it on her head.

Colorful lights dance around, casting an enchanting glow over the scene. Rose, dressed in a knee-length dress borrowed from Saisha, exudes an undeniable beauty. The fabric gracefully drapes around her figure, accentuating her features and leaving a trail of admiring glances as they make their way through the crowd. Her confidence radiates, a newfound strength that empowers her amidst the sea of revelers.

The palace slept like a cat, one eye open, pretending not to see mice. Second bell. Torch change quarter. Stew, change half. I stood in the dark between the dressing screen and the window and tied the dull brown ribbon into my hair. The swan blue dress waited on its stand like a trick. I put it on. Silk bit ribs; the bodice made me a truth I couldn’t dodge. Knives went into the hem and sash. The marlinspike slid into my sleeve. The curtain cord rope coiled around my waist like a lie I planned to tell convincingly.

I yell to them. I take the girls to their room to get them ready for the day. As usual, they want to dress like me, as much as they can. I had already planned for this. I already ordered their outfits when I ordered mine two weeks ago. I have their outfits for the whole week planned out even backups if needed. I pull out the two dresses for today. They are button-up shirt dresses sleeveless as well. Daisy will wear yellow and Rose pink. They both have a tiffany blue ribbon that ties at the waist. They have white ruffle socks and shiny white flats. They have matching cardigan sweaters in Tiffany blue. I pull their hair back in a high ponytail and tie in the yellow and pink bows I made to matc