I Know That Dress Is Karma Perfume Regret Mga Nobela at Kwento

Could I truly trust him? I decided to get ready before asking him to take me to wherever they were. Opening the exquisite black box adorned with a stylish cursive J, I discovered a collection of luxurious garments from a renowned and upscale fashion brand. I took out the shining glittery dress and fell in love with it the moment I saw it. It was a left-cut cocktail dress in a burgundy shade. I rubbed the fabric between my fingers; it was so soft that I wouldn’t have to worry about feeling uncomfortable.

He would surely yearn for my touch, and I was going to make sure he knew what he was missing. I rummaged through my wardrobe, searching for the perfect dress to wear tonight. I wanted something that would make Keth's eyes pop out. Something that would make him regret ever letting me go. Finally, I found it – a crazy, sexy dress that would drive Keth wild. I held it up, admiring the way it hugged my curves. That was it. This was the dress that would make Keth realize his mistake. I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of satisfaction. Tonight was going to be a night to remember. Keth was going to regret ever choosing that...that...thing over me.

"You're already wearing our shop's haute couture brand. You'd better not tell me you can't afford it." The lady in front of me crossed her arms and sized me up condescendingly. I felt like laughing. Where did a tiny boutique like this get the audacity to call their gown haute couture? Despite looking barely 20 years old, she was terribly haughty. I suppressed my anger and pulled out my phone to call my son, Cole Sanders. He invested in this boutique, after all, so he should be the one to clean up this mess.

I drove into D&A company premises, parked and adjusted my hair for the last time, then climbed down. My shoes knocked on the floor as I walked towards the entrance. My throat cleared and the soft hum once again slipped out. Though, fragile yet steady. It was the only thing keeping my chest from flipping. Like a fragile shield against the chaos waiting inside. The pendant on my neck was cold against my skin. I had worn a black, one shoulder, Korean custom made straight dress that stopped only a few inches above my sole. I had made sure to not smell spicy and fresh only. I made sure I smelled like a young heiress and destruction. Maybe karma.

Rina was struck dumb because everything Lana had on, from the jewelry to the dress and the shoes were from Cassia's catalogue. The dress Lana was wearing was part of a collection called "Vivacious." There were only two of this black dress in the world. A Russian princess already bought one while Lana was wearing the other currently. "How on Earth was she able to get a dress from Cassia's catalogue?" Rina thought bitterly as her eyes met Lana's, However, that was not the only thing she was worried about. She looked up at Damien's face again, and was enraged to see him still staring at Lana in awe.

Beneath the coat was a gorgeous dark green dress that reached just above her knees and on her feet were black sandals. Karma really was a bitch wasn’t it? It had to fuck with him today of all days.

"As much as I wanted to rip this fucking dress off right now, I would preserve it for later. The show is important for you and all of us. Everyone is waiting for us there Baby." "Uhu... No, I..." But he didn't let her finish and kissed her once again. But, before she could feel the pleasure, he stopped and break the kiss, making her grumpy at the function. Soon, the award ceremony started and the announcement of the best perfume was 'essence of dreams' and of course, the perfumer is Scarlett. It was even told that her perfumer surpassed the method and popularity of the legendary perfume 'love drops'. And this perfume she specially designed thinking of her mother.

. I waited downstairs for her, as she came walking down the stairs I couldn't breath all of the air was sucked out of my lungs. She looked gorgeous in a gold and ivory coloured dress, it was a low halter of course with those gorgeous breasts up for public view. Luckily certain parts were closed, the dress came all the way down to the ground and on both sides she had slits on either side of her gorgeous legs. Her hair was tied up and her makeup flawless, she is always flawless no matter what she does. Her smile was one of her greatest assets as she smiled and started to turn around. Her back completely open, and dammit now I wanted to stay. And see how flexible and durable this damn dress wer

She keened but I stared at the dress as a wave of emotions poured over me. Andrea seemed to realize what I had realized as she paused her reverie. “Wait. Isn’t this the dress you wore on the night you were mated to Cayden?” She asked but it was more like she was telling herself. Her words caught my mum’s attention so that she turned to look also. “Yes. It is.” I said gently. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll put it back.” Andrea said and immediately swiveled to face the wardrobe and return the dress. But then I stopped her.

“I’m here to wear anything you want, Mr. Vale… or nothing at all.” His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. She dropped the robe completely. Underneath, she wore only the sheerest black lace lingerie — a bra that barely contained her full breasts and a thong that disappeared between her perfect ass cheeks. The pieces were from his own collection, but on her body they looked sinful. Damien’s eyes darkened as they traced every curve. “The dress is on the mannequin. Try it on.” Raven stepped closer instead, close enough that he could smell her perfume — jasmine and something darker, seductive. “Help me with the zipper, Sir? These things can be so… tricky.”