Holy Peony Dior Novels & Stories

he suddenly whispers, putting his hand on the small of my back and taking me inside Dior. My knees are shaking as I look around the place. Dresses in white mannequins and a rack in the corner. Chandeliers with bright yellowish lights. Wood-paneled floors shined to perfection. There are actual couches inside the store, something that I have never seen before. I’m so out of place that I nearly hyperventilate.

And a small maroon Kelly compact, the colour a deep red-brown that I had not expected to love as much as I did. "Both?" Aurelio asked, watching my face to see if I was truly satisfied with them. "Aurelio…" "Both," he said to the woman and pulled out his card. I kissed him briefly, which was possibly not the most composed thing I had ever done, and he looked pleased about it. Back in the car, I held the bag with both bags inside it on my lap. "Dior," I said. "For perfume. I need to top up." "Dior," he agreed.

But sitting here at this table, surrounded by the elegant formality of the manor, I had to wear a mask of composure. "The florist assured me they could source peonies in December," Nicole was saying, her voice awfully bright. She held up her phone, scrolling through what had to be the hundredth photo of wedding arrangements. "Imported from New Zealand, of course. Only the freshest will do." Lady Aurelia sat at the head of the table, her posture impeccable despite the slight tremor in her hands as she lifted her teacup. She'd been quieter than usual this morning, only nodding at whatever Nicole said occasionally.

‘‘What is it? ‘‘Don’t show your Mother- here: a present.’’ He passed her a heavy tome that had been bulkily concealed underneath the slick, yellow fabric of his raincoat. Its weight surprised her, and she glanced at the cover. Anatomy: Descriptive and Surgical, by Henry Gray. ‘‘I- thank you, Papa! But it’s not my birthday- ‘‘Does a Father need a reason to dote upon his daughter?’’ enquired Elias with a trifling smile. ‘‘Come, hide it quickly, or Mrs Matiwane will have my head on a spike.’’

and sent a bottle of 1945 Romanee-Conti spilling across the ancient map that outlined their territories, sabotaging the entire negotiation. Daemon, however, just slowly and deliberately wiped the wine from the back of his hand. He didn't even frown as he cleaned up my mess. Then I "accidentally" let my spirited Arabian stallion loose in his immaculately manicured courtyard. The beast went wild, trampling his prize-winning rose garden into mud. But he arrived with his private doctor in tow, crouching before me as his long fingers gently traced the scratch on my arm. "Did the beast hurt you?"

​ I opened the other door and saw pink robes, a couple of pairs of pajamas, including a Cinnamoroll sleepwear. My jaw dropped when I realized whatever the closet contains is close to my heart. The limited edition Cinnamoroll pajama collection is the one I've been eyeing for months. If I buy it, then there's no money for my mom. Every piece of clothing inside bears a high-end tag I won't dare to buy. ​ A vanity mirror stands at the corner where luxury perfumes and makeup caught my attention. A Miss Dior blooming bouquet caught my attention. I sprayed it on my pulse, and it's exactly the perfume I wanted.

I wore navy pants with a white collar polo, then I styled it with a navy cardigan. I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath. I hoped I had not done too much although I knew I looked good. Tonight, I was going to tell Eva how I felt. No more hiding. No more "you already know why." I was going to express myself. All of me. I topped my look with a pair of Dior sunglasses and left. Blaire had outdone herself. Le Ciel Bleu was a famous exclusive French restaurant in the city with Michelin three-star.

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.

Everyone immediately gathered around and Penelope unzipped the case and for the second time that night, the room fell silent again. Because the gown inside was absolutely breathtaking. Dark peach silk cascaded elegantly like liquid summer. The bodice glittered subtly with hand-stitched crystals. The neckline was elegant without being vulgar. The back dipped low gracefully and the ends flowed like smoke. Beverley stared openly. “Holy shit. This is so beautiful” she cooed. Even the stylists looked stunned. Liora had seen it the first time but not detailed like this and she chuckled, understanding why Damien had sent it.

A leather clutch purse is glinting faintly at me, catching the light like it’s barely even there, minimalist but screaming luxury. Then, I see the shoes. Not just heels. “The Heels.” A pair of high Louboutins. The tops are glittering black leather, but the soles... those soles are a pure, cruel red that looks like a warning. "He really went all out, Dia," Pippa says, her voice unusually soft. I reach into the corner of the box and pull out a smaller, velvet-lined case. "Wait, there’s a card," I say, flicking the tiny black card open.