Gothic Ouji Fashion Novels & Stories

Jing Gui Fei looked at the two of them with great pride even though she looked unwell herself. Jing Gui Fei did not seem like she usually did. That night, she appeared glamorous to match Shu Gui Fei’s appearance. The brown colored dress that Jing Gui Fei wore, has gold thread embroidery with a hellebores theme and it matched well with the hair accessories. However, the thick makeup on Jing Gui Fei’s face could not cover up that her condition was decreasing.

It has been three days since Kyushu. Cai Kang is dressed in his Mao suit with a golden dragon embroidered on the entire top. This outfit was prepared in advance by the old man. As old-fashioned as he could be, he at least has some good taste. Noriko is currently brushing his hair as she insists on doing it herself. Cai Kang rarely gets to dress like this so he had some help from the twins when it comes to formal wear and hosting the Omiai itself.

THIRD PERSON POV The showroom of Maison de Soie located in Victoria Island was a sanctuary of silent, obscene wealth. It smelled of expensive French lavender, Lemon zest, and the crisp, starchy scent of imported tulle and other fabrics. Thick, cream-colored fluffy rug swallowed the sound of footsteps, and the floor-to-ceiling mirrors reflected rows of mannequin torsos draped in ivory silk, white Chantilly, hand-beaded lace, and crystals that caught the morning sun. It was a place meant for blissful, exotic and expensive brides. For Ada, it was an exciting moment. For Josh, it was a waiting room.

"I will have to endure all my life to that sight..." "Poor you!" She mokes. Buzz buzz buzz 6:15 Alarm. I'm wearing a Olive Shift dress with no bra. Simple black ankle wedge boot and black coat. Black tote bag. I'm​ also styling a side braid and smokie eyes. My dress is short. Really short. So short my father and mother complained. "So, are you torturing me or something?" Ogi asks during the drive to school. "Why would I do that?" "No bra? Seriously? And I almost see your​ panties... I'm not liking this."

"Carson helped pick it out. Said it matched my eyes and High Crest colors." "He's got good taste." She fingered the fabric. "Very elegant but not overdone." I started getting changed, grateful for the help with the complicated back zipper. "There," Odette said, stepping back. "Perfect fit." "Thanks. You look amazing too, by the way." "This old thing?" She smoothed her silver-blue dress. "Had it made for Spring Equinox. Figured it was formal enough." "Are you kidding? You look like royalty." "I am royalty," she said with a grin.

she offers, her voice a melodic lilt that dances upon the air. Accepting the goblet with a gracious nod, I murmur my thanks before she gracefully departs, her movements a mesmerizing display of elegance. The fashion at this soirée stands in stark contrast to the modest attire of my village. Here, faeries don leaves and vines as their garments, their forms draped in nature's bounty, while others don diaphanous fabrics that billow and swirl with each whisper of the wind, much like the ebony folds of my own dress.

“The first time I saw you, you were wearing YL’s haute couture, and the suit you wore when you spoke at the charity auction was also YL’s haute couture.” “Oh? You’ve been observing me quite closely.” Owen smiled slightly, secretly delighted. “But to be honest, YL’s clothes really suit you,” Kira said emotionlessly. “What do you mean?” “Fancy enough, quite flamboyant.” Owen was at a loss for words. “There’s no custom-made clothing here like you usually wear. These are off-the-rack sizes, so you’ll have to make do.” “No problem. As long as you buy it, I’ll like it.” Owen smiled slightly.