Holy Peony Dior Novels & Stories

I’m terrified of what I will see. For a few seconds there is a shocked silence from Rosa’s side. I have never behaved this way before. “Look,” she says. “A really gorgeous black and gold Dior came in yesterday. It’s for a fashion shoot next Monday. It’ll be perfect for you. Want to borrow it?” “Oh, my god, yes,” I sob. By now tears are running down my face. “I’ll come around about six,” she says. “Okay.” “Have you got gold shoes?” “I’ve got black.” “Sandals?”

- G. It was a Dior dress, a sheer beige brocaded dress, long-sleeved, that fell perfectly on her body even with a growing stomach, all the way to the floor. Elegantly parted on the right thigh to show her leg. It matched her skin tone perfectly, almost as if it was transparent, glittered with small stones that looked like diamonds. She found out later, they were real diamonds.

CHELLEY MORETTI “Just a fraction of an inch to the left, ma'am," Rita murmured, her breath warm against my back as her nimble fingers adjusted the structured, silk-faille bodice of my gown. I didn’t move. I stood perfectly still on the pedestal in the center of my walk-in closet, a sprawling sanctuary of marble, mirrored glass, and custom Dior. The dress was a masterpiece of midnight-blue architecture—sharp, structural, and unapologetically dominant.

Maria stared at her strawberry pink coated nails with her middle finger painted yellow with a cute pink flower design that had a tiny pink diamond in the middle. "I think Mai's nails are really cute. It suits you." Maria admired Mai's lapis blue painted nails with a yellow star design on her middle and thumb nail. After leaving Black Swan Boutique, Duchess Dior suggested that they all go and visit the capitol's second popular jewelry store called New Moon Palace.

he growled after paying. “You forgot something” we turned to see Pierre; the poor man was carrying all the bags “The underwear is missing.” "Ah, fuck,” Alex groaned, squeezing my hand even more. Pierre started laughing as he guided us to "La perla", the most beautiful underwear store I had ever seen. “Don't these people know what cotton is?” mumbled Alex annoyed “These clothes are transparent allover” "Hey, Abbie, check this out." I looked confused at the diaphanous "cloth” that Pierre was showing me, just a triangle of black cloth held by three strips.

John gave Jolene an alluring smile and winked at her. Jolene was taken aback by the attention, and Rebecca was instantly annoyed. After all, she knew nothing about perfumes. There was CK1... and wasn’t there a CK2 or 3, as well? Jolene smiled shyly, pushed her hair behind her ears, and said, “It’s Dior. I’m a big fan”. John turned to Rebecca, put up one hand as if to say, “see?” Rebecca bid a giggling Jolene farewell and dragged John to the elevator by his trench coat, his colleague following close behind.

That’s why they were so eager to look at her from head to foot. Even Coleen regarded her in that way, attempting to criticize her entire being, but she was somewhat surprised to learn that the majority of her clothing was the work of designers. And since she was obsessed with expensive things, she could really tell that those were branded. Coleen’s eyes drifted to her as she could smell her scent as well. It’s fucking Miss Dior! “That lipstick, the shade... Where did you buy that? What store?” “Galerie Vivienne,” Celine said.

It’s an extraction. Julian leaned back, swirling wine like he’d won the lottery. “The Monaco Yacht Club is booked. White roses, champagne towers, the whole blonde fantasy.” He winked at me. “You’ll wear the Drevane tiara, of course. Heavy little thing. Snaps necks if you’re not careful.” Not careful. I forced Selene’s vacant smile. Try “not a real Veyron.” Eleanor Drevane slid a tablet toward me—my place, my life, my silence demanded—displaying a gown: ivory silk, backless, dripping in pearls. “Your measurements arrived this morning. Fit is non-negotiable.”

To which Micaela blushed and began digging into the food. Once they were done, both saunter to the flower shop which was beside the jewellery shop. “How much are these peonies?” Micaela lingered her fingers over the petals of the soft white peonies. Carefully she picked one from the stem and brought it near her nose and drag a deep breath inhaling the sweet scent. It smelled refreshing. Sweet.

The suite is enormous, with a living area, dining room, and a bedroom that’s been decorated with rose petals and candles. Dante sets me down gently and steps back, his eyes raking over me with heated intensity. “Turn around,” he orders softly. I turn, and I feel his fingers on my zipper, slowly lowering it. The dress falls away, pooling at my feet in a cascade of silk and lace. I’m left standing in white in my lingerie...La Perla, purchased specifically for this night by Paige and Isabelle’s diamonds. “Fuck,” Dante breathes. “You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.”