I Love You It's Ruining My Life Dress の小説・ストーリー

“It means if anyone, Mom included realizes I’m not madly in love with that man, we’re dead.” Later, I sit in a small changing room, staring at a pile of dresses that don’t fit. I want to cry. Every dress I try on makes me look ridiculous, like a kid playing dress-up in her mom’s clothes. I hate this. I’d been so distracted by thoughts of Adrian’s upcoming party that I forgot to buy a dress until this morning. Panic hit me over breakfast. Shopping for a dress that fits is always a nightmare, so finding one in just a few hours? Impossible.

“Wear what I left on your bed.” Then he was gone and I exhaled deeply. Going to the room, I found the dress. It was tossed in the floor unceremoniously making me groan. It was a deep red silk dress. A slit in the thigh and sleeveless with a dangerous low back. I stared at the dress on horror as if huge black spiders just crawled out of it. I can't.. I can't wear this! I held it up, frowning. “This is a trap.” But still... I wore it for Madden. The dress was stunning, yes—but a complete nightmare to zip up.

I want peaceful and fearless life. I know I won't be easy to forget everything. He is literally printed on my mind and body. i can't forget his touches. His voice haunts me every night. Will I ever be able to live a normal life? I was walking silently then my eyes fell on the big boutique. It's a big shop and famous one. I stopped when one beautiful dress grabbed my attention. I looked at it in awe, it was black strapless gown with long slit. It's beautiful.

I should have known it was a waste of time even complaining to Rain because it was futile. “I’m done with you, Rain. Don’t worry, I will sort myself out.” But he ignored me, walked to the wardrobe, sorting through the clothes. I watched. Then he brought out a red dress—high slit up, almost to my coochie. “Here. This will fit. I can tell you’ll look like a princess wearing this.” I sighed. “Please, just get out.” “You don’t like it?” he asked, looking so oblivious. “Get out, Rain. You are adding to my problems.”

I reply, and she shakes her head. "Bullshit," she snarks at me as she walks into my closet and pulls out a short black dress. I look at it and shake my head. It was the last dress that Tobias bought for me. It's Valentino, and it's absolutely beautiful. "Giiiiiirl, this is stunning," She says, and I nod my head, grabbing the dress from her hands and hanging it back in the closet. "What are you doing?" Beth asks, stopping me. I look at her with tears threatening to spill.

“ Please, I need your help.” “ Was there a need to scream my name that way?” She asked. “ I'm sorry. I'm just tensed right now and time isn't on my side.” “ Ok?” “ Please, what dress do I wear?” “ Anything.” “ Not anything. I need to wear something that can tell I'm sober and genuinely sad.” “ Fine, wear the black dress over there. ” Hmm, could there possibly be anyone that can replace her in my life? “ You're the best!

That strange sensation tickled in the back of my mind, but within seconds it was gone again, and I breathed out a heavy sight of defeat. The dress dragged along the ground; the fabric was light and flaring like a beautiful tie-up summer dress crossing over the back. Looking at myself in the mirror, I hated to admit I liked the dress. I hated that, under any other circumstances, this would be the only dress I really liked. This egocentric momma´s boy ruined that for me, and from the looks of it, he will be successful in ruining the rest of my life and future too. Allowing myself a moment to sulk, I feel better now.

I must have been staring right back at him with a look of pure horniness. “Hmm?” My brain is absolutely not functioning. “I said I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted to imagine buying the woman I love something to wear.” He watched my face carefully. Imagine. Sure. He meant the woman he wishes he loved. But the only word echoing inside me is love. How unfair life is. How perfect everything would be if he actually loved me. “Okay,” I breathe. “Let’s go back.” We did find a dress—a sleek, floor-length black sheath. It clung in all the right places. As I slipped it on, I envy men—their lives don’t require hours transforming themselves into presentable humans.

“That’s why you’re wearing the dress I bought you for last year’s Christmas.” Her lips part, but no sound comes out. It’s almost funny—how calm I sound when inside, I’m burning like a slow, controlled wildfire. Calm on the surface. Heat underneath. Destruction pending. The dress is a white Oscar de la Renta, thigh-length, sleeveless. The very last one in Spain at the time. They were out of stock in every country that usually carried them. Only the elite had them. She wanted it. And back then? I was stupid in love. Stupid enough to flatten continents for her. Stupid enough to believe love was equal.

The dress is beautiful and fit for me, it is dark blue colour, which is full length dress covers me from head to toe, it is the reason why I approve it to take and it is simple for my liking and lia knows my taste in dress, that's why she selected this in order to make me comfortable, Love you Lia, I whispered seeing me in this dress. Where as switching to my other dress, in my hand it is totally contrary to my liking, But still I will wear this because it's the dress she preferred for me to wear and I will definitely stand on my promise I made to her, it is a plain red dress having four strips connecting back and front of the dress on my bare shoulders each side, and it is bare length knee