Holy Peony Dior Novels & Stories

Only Lian notices my discomfort and so he slows down a bit. ____________ The elevator goes up and down so we don't have to walk. This place is really big. - he whispers with a small smile. I alternate between fear and admiration during our descent, and breathe a sigh of relief when Lian opens her doors. We make our way down the mirrored hallway I ran down that morning. When the queen appears at the end of the path with her own escort of sentries in tow, Lian collapses in a bow. Her clothes are now black and red. The hair gathered in a perfect bun gives you a regal look. She takes me by the arm and pulls me to her as we walk.

I needed our friendship intact. I got dressed in a summer dress, square-necked with puffed sleeves, paired with black stilettos. My long brown hair was braided, and I chose a black clutch to match. The peony scent I applied lingered softly in the air. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything Soren was doing—this entire arrangement—was too good to be true.

There was nothing Sophia could say to that. After Jasper saw the crying Liana off, he sighed at the mess and ordered the maids to tidy the room. "Look at this, Mr. Jasper!" Xavier took out an exquisite costume from the closet in amazement. Jasper approached to appraise the garment himself. The pink fabric was silky to the touch and embroidered with a delicate and lifelike peony. Its value was clear from a single glance. The peony was stunning … He blinked, not quite knowing what to think.

I was speechless. “Dorian,” she called. I didn't realize I was gone for quite long. “We're getting it,” I said. “This is the one.” “Are you sure?” She asked. “It's very pricey.” “Do you like the dress?” I asked. “Of course, I love it.” “Then it’s settled.” I told the attendant to bring shoes. We settled on a Saint Laurent silver heels. While I paid, I caught Amara staring at a Dior bag in the corner. She looked away quickly when she realized I had seen her.

With a synchronized movement, they lifted the silk cloths, revealing the contents beneath. On one tray, a beautifully wrapped box sat elegantly, adorned with intricate patterns and a delicate bow. The maid carefully opened the box, revealing a stunning, exquisite peach dress, neatly packed inside. The dress was a limited edition design from Esterlion Fashion Empire, the most renowned clothing line in the world. Emilia's eyes widened as she gazed at the dress, her heart racing with excitement.

As I moved onto the dress, my hands froze. I had never seen or owned anything so elegant in my life. The underlay was a nude material, and the top layer was a sheer black material. Intricate sparkling black beads and sequence formed swirls, flowers, and a netting pattern. Underneath it was a removable black train made of the softest satin—a big bow, sitting on the back. I thought I couldn't get any more shocked until I realized that there were also shoes at the bottom of the box. A pair of Dior heels sat at the bottom of the box. The material that enclosed my toes was lace-like and held darker dots of black. The straps were a thicker ribbon with the name Dior printed into it, a bow sitting o

It proved to be helpful. I parked my car properly before going to the Christian Dior store to purchase a gift for Marie. I’d promised to get her a bag the last time I visited her and I planned on keeping my word. The colors of the furniture in this store were mostly black, gold, and red. A female worker standing at the entrance greeted me with a smile. Her hair was a bob and her uniform was a white button-down shirt and black skirt. With her help, I could get the perfect bag for Marie. A white medium lady d-lite bag. It was the kind of bag she liked.

"Vionne always wants to outshine the celebrants." Outshine? How sweet. Plenty of comments. Not a single person stepped forward. Poor guests. Even I hadn't realized I was wearing Dior. Goodness... No wonder they couldn't stop staring the moment I walked in. They hadn't noticed it at first. They'd been too busy looking for drama. "Whoa... whoa..." Nora walked toward me. "Are you seriously wearing Dior Couture? How did you get that? Tell me, Vionne... or is it some fake Dior from your fake manufacturer?"

Noticing how silent he was, Dior repeated, “What medicine do you want?” “PHKL.” Dior frowned. This medicine was expensive, and only special people could get their hands on it. Even his father might not get his hands on it. Still, how could she disappoint her crush? Dior wound her arms around Harry’s and said, “No hurry. I’ll make a phone call to ask about it.” Harry was going to ask his staff to get it, wanting to turn Dior’s offer down, but she had walked him to a stool. After taking a few steps, he realized that she was limping.

" I asked and they all helped me to go down the stairs with my wedding dress on. I am inside the limousine with Dior. We're already parked at the venue and just waiting for everyone to settle down outside. "Oh, look at Pyro," Dior said. "He might look dangerous but he's dashing in his black suit today. I looked at her and saw her smiling widely. I just shook my head. I need to be used to her sentiments on handsome men. She's just too open to her thoughts about how men look and how excited they make her seem.