Holy Peony Dior Novels & Stories

Cecilia with her rigid posture and perfectly placed pearls, Marissa with the blonde bob and a laugh too loud for private settings, and Helena, who observed more than she spoke. They all air kissed Diana as she took a seat. They all looked over dressed especially for a coffee date. Marissa leaned forward almost immediately, her manicured fingers hovering near Diana’s ankle. “Diana, your shoes are divine,” she said. “Are those from Paris?” Diana crossed her legs slowly, a smile broke on her face. “They are,” she replied smoothly. “Limited edition Dior. The winter release. They cost a fortune.” Marissa’s eyes widened. “Of course they did. They look like they did.”

I can grant his last wish! I opened the small box first and found a fine pair of YSL heels, sleek back. They looked so shiny and lush that I was afraid to even touch them. I placed them aside and ripped apart the second box. My eyes turned saucers when I got my hands on sheath, knee length black Dior dress which had off shoulders and a zipper on its back. It was so stunning that I couldn't help but admire it. I never wore something like this which shows my skin but this dress was something else.

The man or woman who was with her will take home a true gem. “Thank you, Kate. I don’t know what I would do without you.” I told her, honestly. She smiled back at me, nodded and left the room. Today’s outfit would be a dress with a classic silhouette with a boat neck, which fitted at the waist and flared out again into a full skirt up to the middle of the calf, in navy blue, Dior. I will wear Cartier earrings and cream-colored stilettos with arched heels, also from Dior, and have a navy-blue satin clutch on hand.

I said happily to myself. I am wearing a white backless dress with cherry blossoms print and was above the knee-high. The truth is, I just bought this dress earlier from Dior with my friends. We were outside the Dior store when I immediately saw this dress worn by one of their mannequins that was displayed in the middle of the store, it was so beautiful and I couldn't take my eyes off the dress. And my interest in the dress became even more intense when the clerk said that they only had one stock.

Seeing his beautiful lover being fawned upon by professionals only heightens Damon's desire, picturing how devastatingly attractive Eli will look dolled up for their special night out. Pierre holds up a shimmering silk shirt in a deep, rich emerald hue, the color nearly identical to Damon's mesmerizing eyes. "Behold! This exquisite garment will hug Eli's frame like a second skin, making him the center of every envious stare tonight," he proclaims dramatically Turning to Eli, Pierre starts undoing the buttons of his current top.

Very rude. Pushing the door shut with my back, I pulled out what was in the bag, checking it out. It was a dress. A Dior Marinière Short Dress Wait…a collection from Dior women’s ready-to-wear? My hand flew over my mouth in disbelief. He got this for me. It was a made-to-order dress.

She soon began to question his judgment, especially after the purple dress which made her resemble a fucking eggplant and was clearly a size or two too small for her. Her favorite store had been Dior. Amber felt like a queen shopping there, with all its beautiful dresses, like she’d entered a wonderland of the fairy godmothers. Magical gowns which were beautiful creations, fairy-tale like. She had to go behind Leo’s back and send the sales assistant off with armloads of stuff to put back because the chef was insistent, she purchased like twenty dresses.

The Bellagio is a class act, and the ceremonies they perform are quick. The camera stops at the front of the church, zooming in on Moby. The moment he sees me his expression changes completely. He was smiling in anticipation before the doors opened allowing him a glimpse of me. I hadn't caught this at the ceremony. Watching him clutch his hands together, there's an audible gasp when I come into focus. Suddenly, my image fills the screen. The dress is a soft shade of pink made of pure silk, with cap sleeves, and a deep V-neck. The structure curved with my figure, fitting perfectly through the bodice. At the waist the designer opted for flowing fabric that moved like wind, making the gown eleg

, Diora beamed, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Hey baby”, Mayeli managed. She had to act normal if she didn't want Diora asking questions. Diora knew her too well. “You're late again? Same old Mayeli”. Diora rolled her eyes, adjusting her brown hair. She was wearing a body hug, white, off-shoulder dress that accentuated her curves. Her long, brown hair was styled to fall down her shoulders, and she looked breathtaking. “I spent a little too much time on my makeup”.

I was ready to break down in tears if I tried one more gown, or one more jewelry to pair with it, who knew a day would come when shopping could bore me to death. Well, not until Damien Vance waltzed into my life. I dragged my feet in front of one another to show Damien the latest outfit. “This is Dior FW 2025 collection, yet to hit the market. We brought it here specially, courtesy of the Dior family, on news of your arrival,” the sales manager rattled on about the amazing qualities of the dress I wore. It looked nothing like something fit for fall or winter, but it was pretty. The sleeves and the bodice of the dress hugged my body like a glove, accentuating the right places. The sheen of th