Holy Peony Dior Novels & Stories

heel silver satin lace ribbon open-toe shoes. On my tight curls waterfall hairstyle, I wore a headwear diadem of white gold lined with 1, 222 diamonds, including the 102-carat pale blue brilliant diamond at the center which also includes pearls, and its design features roses, thistles, and orchids in honor of the fairy realm. Chippy brought it as a gift from Aunt Katinka. Preya squealed and clapped. “You look amazing!” When I stood in front of the mirror, I barely recognized myself. The girls gasped, “Wow.”

Chapter 21 The interior of Maison de L'Étoile smelled of expensive champagne and crushed pearls. It was the most exclusive haute couture boutique in the city, catering only to the ultra-elite. Zara stood on the circular velvet pedestal, gazing into the three-way mirror. The dress was a masterpiece a midnight-blue silk slip gown that cascaded down her body like liquid water. It was backless, elegant, and dangerously alluring. It didn’t scream for attention; it commanded it. "It is perfection, Madame Frost," the lead designer, Henri, gushed, adjusting the hem. "You will be the undisputed queen of the banquet tonight."

And I meant it. Inside Dior first. “Evening wear,” I told the attendant. “Full range. Show her.” Silk, velvet, lace in deep jewel tones, emerald, garnet, obsidian, laid out. Annabelle touched them almost hesitantly, fingers trailing light over the fabrics. I watched, amused. “You don’t know what to take?” She glanced up, a flush rising. “Not used to this.” I bent down, laughing softly, my hands in my trouser pockets. “You are the only one I’ve brought here who blushes.”

Delilah looks at me blankly for a moment, but her eyes changing from ocean blue to baby blue in a single blink betray her calm outer shell, “Dior? Maria? As in Maria Grazia Chiuri? I’m going to get to meet her? In person? When? Today?” “Uh huh. And afterwards, they are closing the storefront downstairs for two hours so we can shop in private. Bronx arranged it for us,” I let my eyes go big and open my mouth wide with exaggerated excitement, hoping she will be excited too. I know it’s her favorite designer. Delilah has the Dior logo as the background on her phone. She also has a handbag and matching pair of heels that she saved up for months to buy.

“The Padip family probably doesn’t even realize how expensive this stuff is. They're 3 idiots.” “Good thing I showered earlier. That means I can start getting ready right away.” If her dresses were here, then her makeup had to be, too. So once again, I let Helena’s instincts lead me. My fingers brushed against a complete set of makeup products. My eyes went wide. “Whoa… Dior?! Are you kidding me?” I squealed, clutching the kit to my chest. I’d only ever seen influencers flaunt products like this, and now they were literally in my hands.

Tossed there like a grocery sack. The vanity gleams with rows of perfume bottles, each one glass-cut and expensive, names I’ve only ever seen in magazines. On the floor, a pair of Louboutins lie tipped over. And because all of that apparently isn’t enough, there’s even a clothing stand by the window with a Dior couture gown draped over it. I’ve seen that exact piece in a runway show online. Price tag? Don’t even ask. Typical. Zeke’s baby sister gets an unlimited credit line, and this is what she does with it.

Chole caught sight of the Dior box and snatched it away. “I love DIOR Irene. Daddy knows I love DIOR “ she whined. She opened the box and brought out a mini purse. It was beautiful and adorable. The other box was a blue Givenchy purse. Chole was carried away with her new gifts and forgot about her new dolls. I brought out her dolls and placed them on the shelf where her other dolls were. “What should we call them baby?" I asked, catching her attention from the bags." Chole walked to the shelf and stared at the two new dolls.

Indeed, it was vanilla spread on chocolate cake. “You look divine, Elo…” “The scent of the Dior perfume on her skin was more captivating when I perceived it from behind. Her hair was neatly packed, and her abdomen was neither too flat nor too protruding. I kissed her shoulders and felt the sides of her belly when she turned to face me. “Pierre… please calm down. You have me all t yourself this afternoon, evening, night and even tomorrow, if you wish.” “Elo baby, you are… irresistible.”

For the first time in my life, I orgasm and tingle all over—it feels so good! "Oh-my-god!" I cry out, panting like a freak. I open my eyes, facing Dior, who is gazing down upon me with a satisfied grin over his lips. His hair is messy from my fingers having run through it, and his teeth are pearly white. "Don't celebrate yet, Patricia," Dior widen his grin. "We aren't done yet." I stare at him standing over me and let my eyes fall to his enormous bulge. Dior gives me a knowing wink, and then his hands are removing his jeans, revealing grey Calvin Klein boxer briefs and a happy trail pointing down toward it.

I could feel his warm fingertips nuzzle against my wet, dripping hairs, as he muttered in a sincere voice, “Since the day we bumped into each other, I had always caught a whiff of fresh peony scent emitting from you whenever you were around me, Zeus. “To be honest, I still do not understand if it's your cologne scent because I had never seen you using one, but the truth is that I wanted to grow peonies here…because those beautiful peonies will remind me of you as well. Peonies are beautiful…just like how you are.”