Holy Peony Dior Novels & Stories

I hesitated before opening it, half-expecting something ridiculous. Lifting the lid, my fingers brushed against the soft fabric inside. A white, sleek cowl neck dress, its asymmetrical hem giving it's own edge of elegance, like It was from paradise. It was the kind of dress you’d wear to some high-end event, not a Sunday breakfast. Underneath the dress, I found a pair of Saint Laurent Opyum heels in black, their iconic design unmistakable, and a diamond jewelry set clearly from Tiffany jewels., wrapped in a neat little package.

She went on further to add a cuff bracelet that had some red details on it and finally,she wore a pendant necklace that drapped down on her neck taking some attention off from her cleavage. As she stepped in front of the mirror, she was sure that if that look wasn't elegant enough as Ryan had said, then he might have a problem with his eyes. To finish the look, she sprayed on her perfume by the name Dior J'adore,which was a glamorous and feminine fragrance with notes of floral accords, ylang-ylang, jasmine, and rose. It's radiant and sophisticated scent made it a perfect choice for the night. This was the cherry on top for her fit.

“It’s your ‘look over here at the shiny thing’ voice. What’s the shiny thing?” She rolled her eyes, but the teasing helped her find her footing again. “Fine,” she said. “The shiny thing is… I got my gala dresses today.” His face lit up. “You did? “Yes,” Aria’s lips curved despite herself, the memory of the midnight blue velvet and black lace sliding over her skin flashing in her mind. “It’s from Dior.” “What?!” his eyes widened. “Come on, show me.” She leaned back. “Nope. Denied.”

“But he’s sincere.” “In that case,” Auri continued, shading the petals on her drawing with careful strokes, “we could add a single soft red peony at the center. Not dominant—just as an accent. Peonies symbolize a full, generous love and hopes for a beautiful future.” Clara nodded decisively. “Yes. That sounds perfect.” Auri rotated the sketchbook so Clara could see it more clearly. On the page, red roses were arranged in harmonious balance, framed by blush tones and white blooms, with a long ribbon flowing elegantly beneath.

“Yeah, you do, admit it. There’s nothing wrong with liking the look of someone. I for one love looking at you. You’ve become my favorite thing to look at now. And I love the way you smell, it’s so feminine. What fragrance is that you wear?” “Miss Dior.” I reply without hesitating, it’s my all time favorite, florally, and fresh fit for any season or event. Not too heavy and suits my skin. He nods. His ice blue eyes give me a glance over from my face, down my chest where he lingers and wets his bottom lip, causing me to want to clench my thighs, down to my core, my legs and my feet. “I sure do like looking at you, Lane. You’re a vision standing there right now, like an angel from heaven.”

In his hands was a bouquet so enormous it could’ve filled a room, white lilies, roses, and purple tulips tied with a satin ribbon. Cassia gasped, her hand flying to her chest. But that wasn’t even the surprise. When the van door opened fully, the collective sound that escaped everyone nearby was pure awe. The entire interior was decked out in purple and gold, fairy lights twinkling across stacks of luxury gift boxes and designer bags. Dior. Prada. Chanel. Fendi. So many brands I lost count. Rows of stilettos sparkled like jewels under the soft lights. A huge portrait of Cassia rested against the backseat, a breathtaking new photo of her, printed on canvas and framed in crystal glass.

‎The living room is transformed. ‎Bouquets of roses everywhere—black, red, white, arranged in crystal vases that catch the light like diamonds. Dozens of them, the scent overwhelming, sweet and heavy. Bags upon bags of designer clothes, shoes, purses, jewellery stacked neatly, labels like Chanel, Dior, Louboutins, all screaming from the tags. It’s a fortune. More than I’ve ever seen in one place. My mouth goes dry. ‎“Who… who are these for?” I ask the butler, my voice small.

She frowned, paused, and pushed the door open without changing the dress. The two clerks immediately stopped talking and spun around to face her, finding her still wearing her own clothes. "Isn't the dress the right size, miss?" parsley's eyes fell upon a treasure in the middle of the store. It was a small, white lace dress with a silk lily on the collar, and on the hemline were woven pearls. She remembered reading about this dress in one of Valerie's magazines, something about it being handmade by the chief designer and only three pieces were available worldwide. The only one in America was here in HIMO. Hers.

"This masterpiece is from the hottest Parisian debut designer of this year, Conan. Originally meant to be the showstopper for this year's end-of-year fashion show, it's been brought out early just for you. There's only one of its kind in the whole world!" Neo stood on the side and introduced it to her. Looking at the stunning beauty in front of him, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Ms. Thompson, this gown is tailor-made for you; it's truly exquisite!" Diana stood on the circular platform, lifting the hem of her skirt and smiling as she looked at John seated on the sofa. "Do you like it?" "…Yes, it's beautiful." John's gaze was fixated on the girl, his eyes shining brightly.

He opened the door for me and frowned at the phone buzzing in his pocket. "Let's do some shopping baby..."I can't believe he has brought me to shop at the world's most expensive boutique shop, Christian Dior's designer shop.He led me into the intimidating fancy shop and I followed obediently.He seemed weirdly excited about this more than me.The sales associate joined us almost immediately and Drake gave her a quiet dire. "Welcome to Dior's shop, how can I help you?" "We need the most beautiful ball gown dresses, evening dresses inshort all the beautiful dresses you have." Drake beamed looking at me and I couldn't help but smile.