Novel & Cerita Hunger Games Glimmer Dress

Chapter 80 - Alexander I Aurora POV I was dressed in a green floor-length gown that I had ordered online. Honestly, nothing beat online shopping, sweetie; it was the best feeling in the world. The silk dress had a slit starting from my knee down, with a sleeveless cut and a high neck that covered my throat like a choker. The dress glittered softly under the lights because of the tiny, shimmering stones stitched across the fabric. A small, delicate pendant necklace rested on my collarbone, and a white fur shawl was draped over my shoulders. I paired it all with black stilettos, kept my makeup minimal, and styled my hair in loose curls. I checked my reflection in the mirror again, swirling aro

“You're wearing purple.” “Fine. Someone else's funeral.” She pulled out a deep emerald dress. “No.” “Yes.” It had an off-the-shoulder neckline, fitted waist and skirt that hugged my hips before falling loosely towards the floor. I narrowed my eyes. “Too much.” Nyra stared at me. “You spent half the Games threatening aristocrats and now you're afraid of cleavage?” “I'm not afraid of cleavage.” “Then prove it.” Twenty minutes later, I regretted having friends. Until I looked in the mirror.

I stood there, stunned, my chest rising and falling fast. He wanted me to play along. Like this was some elegant dinner party and not a damn kidnapping. But then my stomach growled loudly. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. And that had felt like a lifetime ago. I looked around the room. There was a gold-trimmed closet against the wall. I hesitated… then walked toward it. Inside was a pale blue dress—soft, flowing, sleeveless. Beside it, a pair of matching heels and a thin gold necklace. I stared at it all, mouth dry. This was wrong. This whole thing was wrong. But I was hungry. And I wanted answers.

Chapter 21 Lyra I stood in front of the full-length mirror, giving myself a once-over. My dress was undeniably attention-grabbing: a shimmering long gown with a plunging neckline and a dangerously high slit that revealed my leg with every step. The fabric was a soft blush pink, intricately embroidered with golden thread that caught the light with every move. The back was almost non-existent, held together by crisscrossed golden strings that added a seductive touch.

The pack gathering is exactly as intimidating as I feared. The great hall of The Eyrie has been transformed. Candles everywhere, casting flickering shadows. Tables laden with food. And wolves? Dozens of them, maybe a hundred, all dressed in formal attire, all watching me with varying degrees of curiosity and hostility. I'm wearing a dress that costs more than my first car. A deep emerald green silk that Liam swore would "bring out my eyes." My hair is styled in elaborate waves. The diamonds at my throat are real, borrowed from the Raven family vault.

Iris walked over and there was her mother helping Chimere happily get ready in her dream dress. “Her dress is everything I wished for,” she murmurs, staring down at her rose-gold gown. Chimere wore a royal blue gown with a golden gown and her hair let loose behind while Iris held hers in a clean ponytail. her dress was so long her shoes could not be seen. “You look breathtaking” Anan compliments walking inside. Iris stood by the door watching everything unfold. Chimere was indeed a beauty with brains, she looked stunning and her dimples showcased with so little smile.

The clock chimed it’s tune the instant it struck the hour of eight pm. Katniss stood, looking elegant as ever, as she admired herself in front of the mirror in her room. Katniss was dressed in a V-neck ball gown that dipped low enough to show her cleavage. It was an exquisite rouge tulle ball gown adorned with a floral applique . Her long ginger hair was curled and beautifully done into a wrapped textured bun in a bow. Her face which was already starting to undergo the effects of the drugs she was taking, had it’s effects attractively hidden under layers of makeup. Her whole look was bolded by her expensive selection of golden jewelry.

I certainly would not be able to dance in the thing. I wanted to sabotage the ceremony. I didn't want to do it by killing myself with a dress. I turned to the gold dress. It was also silk and lace, but much less frilly. There was a dark gold silk under dress with a kind of long sleeved, long jacket made of glittering golden lace. Tiny gold chains dangled around the waist, shoulders, and neckline. It was beautiful, and reminded me of sunlight.

Thousands of candles flickered, and the scent of frankincense and pine filled the air. I stood before the full-length mirror, breathless. My dress was a masterpiece of silver lace that looked like moonlight spun into fabric. But the most important thing I wore wasn't the dress—it was the sapphire necklace Ros had given me at the Ball, and the heavy gold armbands that marked me as the reigning Alpha. "You look terrifyingly beautiful," a voice said from the door. I turned to see Glow. She looked stunning in a deep emerald gown, but for the first time, she looked settled. Jackson was right behind her, looking sharp and—for once—completely sober.

And his wish came true because it was really Haylee. She walked into the hall glamorously with her lovely glittering light purple-pink evening dress. As the glitters on the dress were hit by the lights flashing inside the hall, they sparkled magnificently making it look as if the dress were adorned with tiny diamonds. In that dimmed surroundings, Haylee's appearance looked angelic like a beautiful fairy.