Grand Galloping Gala Dresses Novels & Stories

Her boss just had to buy it. "But you had enough time to change your clothes..." Mrs Gallewart asked still trying to figure out if Gwen was lying or not. She folded her hands above her stomach. She wore a white polo that hugged her body, exposing the numerous foldings that had formed on even sides of her waist. The red lipstick on her mouth spread beyond its boundary and spilled to the edges of her mouth. Gwen would have pointed that out playfully, but now was not time for play, it was time to save the shaky legs of her money-table from crashing. "I had to change, ma'am , since you're always particular about wearing the uniform only in the shop..." Gwen held her thumb in between the rest of

Plush chairs sat in the corners, and mannequins dressed in the latest designer pieces stood proudly on display. Eugene hummed in approval as she flipped through a rack of dresses, her fingers grazing the smooth fabrics. “This place never disappoints,” she said, pulling out a deep emerald-green gown with a plunging neckline and delicate beadwork trailing down the bodice. “This would be perfect for a gala.” I tilted my head, considering it. “Too dramatic for brunch, though.” She laughed, placing it back before reaching for another. “What about this?” She held up a soft lavender dress, fitted at the waist with sheer lace sleeves and tiny pearls embroidered across the skirt.

Trust me you would. I glanced at Alexander, who simply watched me with that unreadable gaze. This was real. This was happening. I had to avoid making mistakes and play my role perfectly. But I somehow feel bothered if my role doesn't go well. Later that evening, I was handed the gown I would be wearing to the evening gala event by Hailey and I must say the dress looked stunning. I admired it for a while before trying it on. It was a form-fitting, pretty deep red gown. After putting it on the beauty came out even more it draped elegantly over my body. I was still standing before the dressing mirror as I gently adjusted the fabric on the gown to look more fitted.

My eyes roam all the dresses that are laying on my bed, sofa, even some in my closet, I never knew I own this much red stuff, if I didn’t ask for his favorite color I would have never known, half of my closet has a red splash. “Yeah. Brian invited me.” I pick up a spaghetti strap gown; I bought this one quite a time ago, never wear it on any occasion. Hazel forcibly me to buy this beautiful dark red dress with golden stars all over the fabric with a very low neckline. My cleavage will be on the showcase for the entire Chicago tonight with no doubt. “What?” she stands up at lighting speed. “Brian McCoy. Why would he invite you to a gala night?” she frowns. “We are getting married, that’s why,

All their dresses are gorgeous and it’s so hard to choose the best ones, but we are here for a specific dress, so it should make it easier, right? “Ah, Aria! It’s so wonderful to see you again, my dear!” The dress shop owner states as she comes to me holding out her hands for me to take. She pulls me in and kisses each of my cheeks, “Tell me, what is it that I can do for you this time?” “Well, there is this Gala for their company...” “Oh, yes, the annual Gala! Do none of the dresses you chose last time work for it?” The woman asks worriedly.

I could tell he was being completely honest, but it still made me worry. A high society gala meant Allison and Tally were going to be there. Anything with the words fancy and high society screamed for Allison and Tally's attention. "When is this gala?" I asked him, finally caving into the idea after taking a moment to think about it. "It's this Friday. Do you think you'll be able to find a dress by then?" Grinning, I shook my head, giving a small laugh. "Are you kidding… with Allegra, she would have me ready tomorrow if I asked it of her."

"You're going to be the most beautiful, most visible, most photographed woman at that gala. If they're coming for us, let them see exactly what they're up against." *** The dress arrived two days before the gala. I stared at it hanging in my closet—a stunning red gown, fully beaded, with delicate crystals that caught the light like flames. The bodice was designed to accommodate my belly, empire waist flowing into an elegant train. "It's perfect," Victoria said from behind me. She'd insisted on coming over to help me prepare. "The cameras won't be able to look away." "That's what I'm afraid of." I touched the fabric gently. "I'm going to look like a beached whale."

"Keep the medication on it for two or three days, and the swelling should subside." "Good," Sloane sighed in relief. "We can't have the CEO in a sling for the Annual Gala next week." I blinked, unfamiliar with the event. "The Gala?" "Oh, right! I was going to tell you today," Sloane said with a bright smile. "It's our biggest night of the year. Everyone dresses up, and there's a massive raffle. And just so you know..." she leaned in with a playful wink, "the Grand Prize is the opening dance with the Boss. Half the women in the office spend their year's salary on dresses just for a shot at it."

The staff moved like clockwork, security blended into the walls, and every conversation seemed to carry two meanings—one spoken for the room, and one meant for those who understood the game beneath it. The Dale Foundation Charity Gala was scheduled at eight that evening, and by six, Sofia had already taken over my room like a general preparing a soldier for battle. “No red,” she said firmly while rejecting the third gown one of her assistants lifted. “That would make her look like she came to bleed. No white either. Too innocent. We are not selling innocence tonight.” I sat in front of the vanity while she studied dresses behind me, trying not to smile. “What are we selling, then?”