Hunger Games Glimmer Dress Mga Nobela at Kwento

she said. Goddess dress, that’s a name, and a very appropriate one. “It won’t get glitter on the dress at all?” She rolled her eyes with a slight grin, “It’s not glitter, it’s shimmer, and it won’t get anything on the dress so long as you rinse really well. It’s not going to make you look like a disco ball, it’s just going to add a little ‘oomph’ to your overall look.”

Just powder and lip gloss, even though that was all, I would still be screaming expensive because Grandma Smith had made sure to get me a glittering gown. A blue gown with a slit by the side that went up to my thighs. It screamed whoever was wearing it because it had small diamonds that glittered all over. I put on my shoes picked up my purse and got up. I paused and moved back so I could look at my figure properly in the mirror. I let my hair fall to the side, the necklace rested perfectly well on my neck. “Grandma Smith sure does spoil her heir” I giggled at my statement before pouting to the mirror, my mind drifting to what Liam would say when he saw me or what he would do.

“Kira is throwing a party at Heron’s Club and you’re not rotting in bed over anybody’s son.” I groaned into my pillow. “Layla—” “Nope. Get up. Wear something slutty. I want men to pass out.” So I did the only thing a hurting girl does. I obeyed. I stood in front of my mirror staring at a version of me I didn’t recognize. The dress was less a garment and more a highly effective piece of weaponized distraction. It was cut from a single, shimmering piece of obsidian liquid silk, designed specifically to defy gravity and good sense.

Lydia stood in front of her full-length mirror, staring at her reflection. She knew the figure gazing back at her was herself, but she felt conflicted about believing it. The long, sleeveless silver dress she wore sparkled with diamonds, and her tiny arms gleamed as if she had polished them all day to impress. The dress gracefully covered her neck, with the fabric draping down her bare back, adding to her elegance.

“That is true, but you do carry the wolf gene so one never knows.” I sighed, “Yeah, that would be nice.” “So, girl. Get up and take a shower. I will pick out an outfit special for you to wear today.” I giggled as I got off the bed and ran into my bathroom ensuite and began to strip down and take a shower. Once done I came out in a towel and saw Glory standing holding a dress I had never seen before with a smile on her face. “What’s this?” I asked puzzled. “My present for you. I thought it about time you had a grown-up dress on your eighteenth birthday,” she said, still smiling at me.

then I just went on with my day. The next day came and I was getting ready . I stood in the front of my closet , staring at the sea of designer dresses. What did one wear, to an engagement party orchastrated by my father and future husband? I then settled for a red silk gentry dress, the one with the plunging neckline and a mid thigh slit. If Lucas wants to play Games then Game ON. Lucas POV

"The Winter Gala is tonight. We aren't waiting for the Council to find us. We're going to show the world exactly who you are." Three hours later, I stood in front of a mirror, and I didn't recognize the girl staring back. I was wearing an obsidian gown that felt like a second skin. It was high-collared but had no back, showing the smooth, strong line of my spine. My hair was pulled up, and for the first time in my life, I wasn't wearing a maid’s cap. I was wearing a crown of black diamonds. "You look like a queen," Zade said, standing behind me. He was dressed in formal military leathers that made him look lethal and impossibly handsome.

“I’ll be alright.” I quickly walk over to me bed and grab the garment bags with the dresses. Slipping them off one by one, I hand them to Bren and Gloria. I know which dress goes to each of them without having to ask. Gloria’s dress is a beautiful Kelley green gown that hugs her curves all the way to the floor. It’s deep v neckline shows a modest amount of cleavage. Her auburn hair hangs in loose curls around her face and shoulders. “That dress looks amazing with your hair,” I tell her as she slips on some gold strappy heels. “Thanks,” she says and gives herself a once over in the mirror, smoothing the front of her dress down.

Stepping out of the car was a pretty young lady in an exquisite dress, her skin glittering like a diamond. The color of the gown was a bright gold combined with yellow, designed to resemble a phoenix. The bodice clung to her body, accentuating her curves, while the skirt flowed in delicate, layered waves that flickered like tiny flames with every movement. The fabric seemed alive, catching the lights and reflecting it in a way that made it appear as though the dress were shimmering from within.

"Please call me Penny like everyone else and trust me, I know he will appreciate it. I do it for Greg all the time and he loves it." "I... Oh, well... Okay." She got excited immediately and left the room in quick strides. I was busy drying up my body when she returned with the most beautiful dress I've ever seen. What was that she said about not being able to buy a dress with gems? The dress she was holding was glittering as if it was sewn with silver stones. But I knew enough about clothes to know those weren't silver stones but sequence.