Novel & Cerita Is Cinderella's Dress White Or Blue

It only covered the upper half of my face, but it would be enough. I didn’t want anyone recognizing me tonight. Especially not Charlotte. I wore a deep navy-blue gown, sleek and simple. I wanted to look elegant but not loud. My hair was pulled back into a low twist, and I didn’t wear any jewelry. I wasn’t there to impress. I was there to watch. By the time I got to the auction, the event was already in full swing. Lights sparkled above like stars, the chandeliers sending soft glows over the polished marble floors. People in masks and expensive clothes filled the room, sipping wine and whispering behind fans and glasses.

There's no balloon since Diana wasn't a fan of balloons during birthday parties. --------- Yennifer POV I was like Cinderella in my evening blue gown where mom Arcela let me borrowed her party dress. I paired it with two golden high heels and position myself in front of my whole body mirror. I dance and project in front of it like a model while wearing the face of a great attitude. While I was busy looking at myself, I almost twist my heels because of my weak feet who hated surprises. I saw Gerald near my door staring at me from head to toe. He's leaning there like he's enjoying the picture in the mirror.

I grasp Leila's hand momentarily and she gives it a reassuring squeeze before she steps back into her cubicle. He hands the dress to me. It is enchanting sky blue, and shimmery chiffon fabric is laid over solid blue satin. Something I'd never wear on any occasion for it is far too ostentatious for my liking. It did bare resemblance with the Disney princess' attire except this was the more modest version of it. The head scarf and face veil are of the same material and color. When I complete dressing myself, I think I look as if I did stumble out of a fairytale.

Is it another gift? She rubbed her eyes and opened it up to find a gown. Pulling it out from the box, she stood up and laid it on the bed to get a better look at it. It was a cerulean blue open back gown with marshmallow white ombre at the bottom with white flowers embroidery vertically on top. It was a rather simple yet stunning design. Clara had never said it out loud but blue was actually one of her favorite color, as an artist, she was not supposed to have a single favorite color but if she had to choose, she would go with blue over and over again.

Well, I think I am nearly going to die; for a second time, I need to go down on my knee and ask her for her hand in marriage. So, while she is running around for what is the fifth dress to wear now, I sit in a silent chuckle as I find it rather amusing. Now all of them are all white; the first thing she so kindly pointed out to me is that you get different shades of white; well, that does not seem obvious to me at all. The second thing is that my blue shirt is not matching her white dress. Now I should have never asked her if it is the right kind of white, for I had some kind of white stilettos come flying my way. "Princess, how much longer are you going to take?"

It teaches you some very important life-lessons that I plan on never forgetting. “So? What color?” Sarah asked again. “Last time on Cameron’s birthday, we went with a white and gold theme. But I want to make our birthday more colourful. But I’m still open to suggestions.” “Well…” I said a bit hesitantly. “You say blue suited me…and I always wanted a blue dress…” “Just like Cinderella?” Sarah grinned, making my jaw drop once again. “Oh! Come on! You’re literally my Chosen twin, remember?”

But Melda firmly told her friends that she had to wear a dress that matched the color worn by Cillian. The chosen dress was a soft cotton dress, down only five inches under her knees, light blue with a silver line at the waist. A dress with short Sabrina sleeves, a short neckline that slightly showed her cleavage. A necklace with shiny blue diamonds that matched the dress she was wearing made her milky white skin look more flushed and bright. Not only that, they also decorated her hair with small blue flowers that had a soft scent, and let it hang down to her waist. “Luna, you are so beautiful, you look like a fairy!” Melda said, which was immediately agreed by the others.

Half the internet is now writing love conspiracy theories about you two. Priscilla added excitedly. "You’re being called the ‘Cinderella of Savoir." “What does that even mean?” I asked, overwhelmed. They both looked at me like I should know the answer to my own question. I groaned, already feeling the weight of it all. The assistant zipped up the second gown Jessica had picked—a champagne-colored satin dress with a dramatic backless cut and diamond-studded straps. It was gorgeous, but I felt exposed. Then my hair was pulled into a loose bun with crystal pins.

It’s not like I can control who Zola was mated to. My dress arrived a few days ago. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, never mind worn. A pure white princess dress with a sweetheart neckline. The bodice is decorated with crystals that illustrate the different phases of the moon. I have tried it on several times since it arrived. Lily has helped me each time, as I am all fingers and thumbs. But now I feel confident I could do it alone.

When he finally turned around and notices our presence the first thing he does is stand and gushes over how beautiful and sexy Sav looks in her shortened Cinderella dress with a pale blue Converse wedged shoe, black neck choker, with her hair up in a messy bun look with a black headband nested inside the bun, and her makeup is a gentle coating of blended blue and silver eyeshadow, a coat of mascara with a thin brush of eyeliner, a beautiful shade of pink blusher called Passion of the Rose, and a similar matching colored lip in a shade darker than the blusher. She is a smoking-hot modern version of the Disney Princess.