Get Dressed Up With A Ribbon Novels & Stories

After a short while before she can even look herself properly in the mirror, Rosa is told that she needs to dress up. It's a pink dress and it's beautiful. It's long and a bit puffy, but not too much that she can't move properly. The dress is embroidered with jewels that Rosa is sure that are real because when she wears the dress, it's quite heavy. They've also given her a pair of black sandals that matches perfectly with the dress. A bit more time is spent on her hair and finally, they announce that it's done. “Your daughter is such a doll and I'm glad she's Arnold's mate.” Rita tells Rosalie's mother who giggles along with her.

Stunned to see how beautiful and feminine my small hands looked when topped with the pretty decoration. If my hands were cleaner, I could’ve played the pretty maid he was dressing me up to be. I opened one of my drawers and pulled out a pretty ribbon. Though it was blue it was the nicest I owned. I turned my head over and tucked it beneath. Swinging my hair up and tying it atop my head. Feeling I was as dressed as I could be, I cracked the door and forced myself to step out. My parents both made praiseful sounds. But Mathis was quiet. A slight expression of displeasure on his face.

It glistens in twos. Not only that. Wearing the sleeveless satin dress also exposes the white and clean Rosetta’s neck and shoulders. There’s nothing wrong with her skin. A choker of satin ribbons and a pink jewel necklace around the neck of the band, addressing the degrees of Rosetta as the future Duchess Riverdale. “I shall not lose to anyone!“ murmured Rosetta, smiled in front of the mirror. Her face had natural makeup. Not diminish her beauty. Moreover, her thin lips seem more sensual when applied with lip balm from the scented rose.

I smiled as I thought of it, wondering if the Duchess had picked those colors as a way to mock me, believing that I’d feel hurt at not being my true self. After the bath I was dressed in the gown and slipped into matching shoes. Ivy combed and styled my hair, weaving a deep purple ribbon through it and pinning it against the nape of my neck in a styled knot. I looked at my reflection then, fighting the urge to rip off the damned charm on my wrist and seeing the real me. But I resisted, knowing that I would feel the biggest sense of gratification if I revealed myself in front of Rosanna and all the other guests. “My Lady?” A Palace maid knocked on my bedroom door, smiling as she bowed at me b

The dress Marisa chose for me was pure white without any decorations but some flower patterns in the same color. Usually, as an Alpha's daughter, I would wear a dress embroidered with the pack's emblem. But Marisa said it was too hurry to tailor one for me. I smiled and sighed. Compared with Briana, who had an S-shaped body and tanned skin, I looked thin and weak. Who would care what I wore? All my money had been spent on Maci's medication. I couldn't afford any accessories. I thought for a while and then found a white ribbon in the cabinet and weaved it with my hair into a braid.

I tried my best to handle it all gracefully, even as I slowly resumed my duties within the pack. Today is a special occasion. It's my coronation day. Lily, Vicky, Daisy, and Dough helped me get ready. I'm wearing a stunning cream-white flowy dress, delicately tailored with a thigh-high slit designed to reveal just the right amount of cleavage to tease. My hair is elegantly styled in a messy bun, and my makeup is flawless, leaving me glowing with the moment's happiness. I catch my reflection in the mirror one last time, a smile spreading across my face.

he teased, a playful grin on his face. His words wrapped around me like a warm blanket, offering comfort in my uncertainty. I looked at him, feeling the corners of my mouth lift into a smile, grateful for his support. “How do I look?” I asked, glancing down at the dress I wore. It was one of the cotton dresses Ronan had gifted me, adorned with a floral print that danced lightly across the fabric. The neckline dipped softly, striking a balance between innocent and beautiful. I felt pretty in it, yet my nervousness threatened to overshadow that feeling.

Adira walked into the house, on her body was a lengthy black dress with long sleeves on both arms and a little ribbon used to beautify her hair which was made into a bun. The atmosphere was busy with a tidal wave of people moving round and at the corner of the large hall sat some skilled instrumentalists who calmed the atmosphere with their melodious songs..

“Then I will dress.” Darian remained near the door. “You may leave,” she said. His jaw moved as if he wanted to say something, but he only bowed slightly and stepped out. Rhea dressed without help. The gray gown was rougher than the dresses she used to wear, and the sleeves were slightly too long, but she smoothed them carefully and pinned her hair back with the single plain comb the maid had left on the table. Her hands trembled once when she touched her neck, where Maddox’s mark should have been visible. She kept them there for a moment, feeling the faint burn under her skin, and then lowered them.

Though, she could have given a little heads-up earlier, that it wasn't going to be an ordinary dinner because it doesn't seem like it with the kind of gown she got me. I let my hair down and I looked prettier with it in the gown than when I had it tied up. I applied a little makeup on my face and a red lipgloss, making it match among with my gown. It wasn't much so I don't end up being the only overdressed one when it's time for everyone to turn up for dinner.