Grand Galloping Gala Dresses Novels & Stories

“What style do you want for the event? I have a list of dresses that would look breathtaking on you.” “Can I see them?” She asked, still in awe of the woman before her. She had watched and admired her from afar. Cassian made it possible for her to sit in the same room as her. “Sure. VIP treatments for our VIP clients. Mr. Vale paid in full, all expenses duly covered. So expect the best from us.” She turned on the laptop she brought with her. She started pointing out the dresses one after another as pictures appeared on the screen. “This is the Lilano Dress, the one the first lady of Morvane wore to the Allure Gala last year. We made the dress, and we can do something similar if you’re willin

I exhaled shakily, choosing to ignore him and take a bath for my preparation. *** The gala was nothing short of luxury, a scene far from my reality. Landon had insisted I go all out, and for once, I listened. My dress sculpted my body like it had been stitched with nothing but sin, secrets and desires, every shimmer of fabric catching the spotlight just right. My hair tumbled down my back in rich, glossy mermaid curls. I didn’t just look good, I looked like trouble wrapped in elegance. And I had to admit I blended right in this time.

At the woman Dorian had made her into. Then she unzipped the black dress and let it fall to the floor. ****” The gala was in the hotel's grand ballroom, with all gold accents and marble columns, with ice sculptures shaped like swans and champagne towers that sparkled under chandeliers. Men in tuxedos and women in gowns that probably cost more than Dorian's McLaren walked around exchanging polite greetings. It was all a performance. Cassia stood at the entrance, hands clutching her small purse. The red dress fit perfectly, hugging her curves, showing just enough cleavage to make her feel exposed. Beautiful and terrified all at once.

My twin sister and I were supposed to celebrate our succession on the same night. Beth Moretti would inherit the family's weapons business in Naples. Her portrait towered over the banquet hall on a massive screen as the elders gathered around her, showering her with praise. Our parents, Vincent Moretti and Elena Moretti, couldn't have looked prouder. "Beth has always been exceptional. She was at the top of her class, won countless awards, and was already managing the family stables at eighteen." I stood alone in the corner, completely ignored. By the time anyone remembered me, the gala was almost over. One of the elders happened to spot me. "What about Monica? What will she be taking over?"

"Half of you stay with us; the other half hang back far enough that you won't draw attention. They may be used to seeing bodyguards here, but I'm sure they're not used to seeing so many at once." Cat took us to a store that focused on formal wear. The large glass windows had several gorgeous gowns on display, a variety of colors and textures delighting the eyes. She and Mom swept in and right up to the saleswoman at the counter. "We need your best gowns for my daughter," Mom said. "She's going to be attending a formal gala and needs to shine!" "Of course. Right this way. We'll get you set up with a dressing room. What kind of style are you looking for?" She looked at me.

Riley did a few light steps in place. “I could escape in these.” “Again, from what?” “Something.” “That is incredibly vague,” Grant said with a laugh. Helen was laughing too. “Then we’ll keep these as one of the options.” “One of the options? They’re not the final choice?” “We’ll need to see how they balance with the dress.” “Are there going to be more?” “A few pairs of shoes.” “A few?!” Riley turned to Vivian. “The gala is only one night, right?”

Was there still room in my packed schedule to learn and grow? “You look stunning,” Raven said, his voice warm as I turned to show him my gown for the Gala. The crimson red dress hugged my curves perfectly, its mermaid cut flowing elegantly to the floor with a subtle slit for ease of movement. The off-shoulder design featured cape sleeves adorned with intricate embroidered spirals and shimmering gems that caught the light with every step. It was breathtaking—and undoubtedly expensive. “Are these real?” I asked, gesturing to the gems that sparkled like stars against the fabric.

I muttered, not saying in what way. Cassandra leafed through a selection of dresses. “You’ll need something that screams ‘future Mrs. Thorne’ and danger bitch princess. Can’t have you looking like another one of Mother’s porcelain dolls.” I stood in the middle of the dressing room in, looking around with nothing to do. The clothes were not what I usually would wear, but this gala seem to be something that everybody was going crazy about. For an hour we had been going through dresses and nothing here fits. “I think I’ll stay back home,” I said.

She exclaimed, forgetting her vow not to let anyone knows who she was. "Your funny, Senorita. You're a bit strange but adorable." Maya grinned at her. "Let's go party!" Despite what happened, she was in high spirit. The beautiful gown called traje de mestiza has an embroidered top with small flowers stitched to it. The skirt has the same intricate floral pattern but in the color of yellow and green. When she wore it, it felt good, and she felt like she was back in school when they dressed up for National Costume Day. She bet her sister would be green in envy when she saw this gown.

I don't want to ruin the night. As to what that anonymous guy instructed in the letter. I wore my navy blue tube dress with a pretty necklace that has a V pendant on it. I also covered my bruises with concealers and I finished about almost an hour covering it all up because its all over my body now and it even got bigger than before. If this was normal, I would've looked like a battered daughter because of the bruises I have in my body. Thankfully that's not the case. "Hey, are you nervous?" I heard Mal asking me. I was thinking too much I didn't even notice we'd arrived at the grand theatre.