I Know That Dress Is Karma Perfume Regret Novels & Stories

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- who dares he to ask me such a question while crossing his limits? He must the wealthiest person in this nation but he is no one in my eyes. and he should know his place especially, after treating me like an object. I am getting late and this man has the guts to show his rage in front of my eyes. I searched for any suitable outfit in the cupboard then my eyes landed on the black sweetheart neckline shimmery dress, I purchased it when I was working for him. in a hope that someday I will wear it, but destiny

Persephone grumbled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. When I shouted silence, I didn’t expect Light’s power to seep out and well make it happen.” I apologized. “I’ll be more mindful. Now, what’s going on. You two usually get along. Why are you arguing?” I questioned. “We can’t agree on what dress you should wear for the ceremony tonight.” Katrina huffed. She turned and unzipped the garment bag near her. Inside was a gorgeous long-sleeve high collar sheer black lace dress that was provocative yet formal.

Daisy’s POV I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. I was wearing a short black gown Liam had picked out for me. The gown was open at the back, with silver chains forming several "U" shapes across the space. The sleeves were slightly wider at the wrists, adding a touch of elegance. It wasn’t just about showing skin. I loved the dress because Liam chose it for me. That alone made it special. Every time the cool air touched my back, I imagined it was his fingers brushing against my skin.

It arrived two days ago, but I have been too preoccupied to look into it. “What in the world?” I gasped as I unpacked the dress. It’s a long black dress with a V-neckline and beads etched all over. Looks perfect for the festival tonight, which I really do not consent to. Sucking my teeth in frustration, I reached for my phone and dialed the culprit's line. “I take it your package has finally been opened.” Liora blurted the moment the call connected.

***** I went upstairs to change out of the torn dress with the intention of having my petty revenge. I drop my luggage on my bed, searching through my clothes for the perfect dress to wear. "Yes," I exclaimed as soon as I saw it. The perfect sexy black dress. The sexy dress is designed to captivate and flatter my figure while exuding elegance and allure. It hugs my curves in all the right places, crafted from a luxurious fabric of silk, it shimmers against the night light. I could kiss Amanda right now for this.

One message reads, “Ellie, the boss is mad. Meeting in 30 mins.” “God,” I whisper, pressing my hand against my forehead. “Not today.” How could I possibly have forgotten I had an important day today, ending up in a man's bed! The smell of last night’s perfume still lingers in the air. It mixes with regret and exhaustion. My black dress from last night is on the chair, wrinkled, a reminder of the mistake I’m trying so hard to forget. I grab it, shove it inside my laundry basket, and force myself not to look at it again.

I chuckle Karla looks as bored as I feel. Marisha jumps for joy and suddenly bursts out “ I know let’s all go wearing the same colour it would be soooo cute” I am dying on the inside thankfully Karla injects “No way we are not doing that it is not cute it gives off 10 year old girl vibes” Holding the laughter in I start looking through the racks for something that catches my eye I do not want to do colours or bright I’m looking for something elegant two racks later I finally find the dress.

“You wouldn’t make me beg, would you?” God. I shiver. I hate him. I hate how good he smells, how deep his voice is, how my stomach does stupid traitorous flips every time he’s near. I sigh, then point to a black dress. Simple, elegant, with minimalistic designs. “This one. Happy?” His eyes rake over the dress before he stands and shoves his hand in his pocket. “May I tell you that you have poor taste,” he says with a chuckle. He's right.

“Let’s get this shit over with, then I’ll get back at that bastard.” The dress lay on my bed, arranged with care. I let out a sigh and carefully unfolded it. The dress was a stunning shade of jade green, adorned with intricate floral patterns. Absolutely, Dad, I would be happy to stay looking presentable in public. This was true, despite the way he subtly mocked me.