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“I always keep my promises, Desiree.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” I don’t know if she applied something to her skin, but she’s glowing, glittering all over. Her outfit is a stunning, sparkly gown that immediately catches my eye. The gown stops just slightly above her thighs, showcasing her long, long legs. Those calves. God, I want to bite them. I feel like I’ve become a cannibal, and I now crave only Desiree’s flesh. The dress is silver coloured, sewn with glittering stones. As she catwalks towards the pole—slow and steady—the dress sparkles.

MARCELLA’S. POV I chose a tight fitting dress that ended just about three inches below my butt. It was a gold glittering dress and felt perfect for the night. My make up was quiet heavy with matching glitters on my eyeshadow. My hair dropped softly on my face with its bouncy curls making my head look a bit bigger than usual.

Chapter Three The Girl in the Gold Dress Sienna stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the gold silk gown Eleanor had picked out for her. It shimmered like liquid light, hugging her frame delicately. The neckline dipped just enough to be considered elegant but modest. Her hair had been curled into soft waves that tumbled past her shoulders. A diamond necklace rested against her collarbone—on loan, Eleanor had said, like everything else in this house. It was the Westwood charity gala. The night she’d been warned about.

“Out of nothingness came light, I think spring is the same…out of the frozen land, seeds sprout with new life and hope. My little black dress is inspired from this thought. The dress was a plain sleeveless top with a ruffled skirt appearance. “My jewelry designer has embodied my impression in her design of the pendant dazzling forth like the hope that love brings in every frozen soul.” The audience clapped as they immersed in the story of the design. The sunflower was a hit. The host announced the commencement of the bidding. The dress was sold for a handsome price. The jewelry was taken down by the president of Illuminis. Tabitha’s token number was 21; Amber came out wearing the same dress

Only one more dress to try on. Mason: Correction, HANGRY Skyler: I'm almost done. I would be faster if you stopped texting me. I pulled the last dress off the hanger. I had high hopes for this one. It was a fitted, gold, mini dress that was covered in tiny little sequins. The best part was that it didn't even come with a zipper. I pulled the stretchy material over my head, giving myself a once-over in the mirror. Oh yeah... this was the one. My phone dinged again.

Elara's POV I was summoned once again at dawn. Mira delivered a gown of silver and black with a note in Lucien's elegant handwriting. “Court presentation today. Wear this. Stay close to me and trust no one.” The dress fit like it had been made for my exact measurements which it probably had. At this point I wasn’t even surprised anymore and was starting to get used to all the glamor that came with the vampire court. The silver silk that caught light with every movement and black lace at the collar and sleeves. I looked like something valuable rather than someone who scrubbed floors a few months ago.

"Listen up. I'm Natalia Accardi. That name on the dress? Natalia. Accardi." The clerk flinched hard. Someone muttered, "We should call the designer... figure out what's happening..." "Screw that!" Jella shrieked, clutching her face, eyes wild and blazing. "Call security! This bitch is dead!" I tilted my head. "Still yappin'? Want a matching scar?" She jerked back, hands flying to her face. I smirked, eyes flicking to the staff. "Get the dress off her. I'll let this slide. Don't? Your store's done tomorrow."

ANDREA I stare at my reflection in the mirror, putting the finishing touches on my look for Aurora’s birthday party. I’m wearing this dazzling gold mesh dress that screams, “Look at me.” It clings to my every curve like a second skin, the open back and delicate straps showing off just the right amount of skin. The fringe along the hem catches the light with my slightest movement - I can already picture myself on the dance floor, shimmering like a goddess as I shake off all the bullshit from the past week.

She decided that she will do it after the special event that she will be attending today. They are preparing for a special event which she has been waiting for, the ‘Golden Star Award’ or commonly known as GSA. She’s now wearing a black floor length neckline evening dress and a black and gold five inches high heels. Luxury black glitter lace and ruffled tulle thigh high slit long formal dress. See through top with a plunging neckline and long sleeves, open V back with a sheer ruffle slit long train. Her hair was styled in a low bun with a twisted crown and with some loose curly hairs in front. She’s wearing a very light makeup which emphasizes her natural beauty. She’s also wearing a Carrot

I don't want to ruin the night. As to what that anonymous guy instructed in the letter. I wore my navy blue tube dress with a pretty necklace that has a V pendant on it. I also covered my bruises with concealers and I finished about almost an hour covering it all up because its all over my body now and it even got bigger than before. If this was normal, I would've looked like a battered daughter because of the bruises I have in my body. Thankfully that's not the case. "Hey, are you nervous?" I heard Mal asking me. I was thinking too much I didn't even notice we'd arrived at the grand theatre.