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The bag was so thin it surprised me there was anything in it. But there it was. The most simplistic dress; no ruffles or gems. Just a simple white dress. I tried it on, and both Eden and I felt it was perfect for me. “Can I have this in blue?” I asked the dressmaker. “I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t even know I had this.” My heart sank. “It doesn’t matter. Just choose one, make it blue.” I told them as I walked out of the room. I’m not even bothered. This event is a formality, after all.

‘Aurora, it is time. The woman was back shaking her gently out of the blackness, ‘These servants have been assigned to get you ready for the ceremony, please let them do their job.’ Over the next hour, she was pampered and primped her hair and make-up were immaculate, and the dress they brought for her was exquisite. It was purest white shot through with silver, a simply cut Elizabethan style that flowed to the floor, the top half was a basque and the servants tugged the laces so tightly she could barely breathe. Her waist was tiny and the dress pushed her breasts up offering them to any male who danced with her that night sewn onto the fabric were hundreds of diamond chips that caught the l

We strolled into a store loaded up with dresses and tuxedos for kids. "What colour of dress do you need bubbles?" I ask Daisy while we stroll around the store. "I need a blue one and I maintain that it should make me look like a Cinderella on the grounds that Damey generally calls me a princess." She says with a wide grin. I chuckle and nod my head, "OK, how about we check whether we can see as one." Nat goes on the quest for a dress that Daisy described while I hold Daisy's hand and a play a little with her. After some time, we at last track down the ideal dress for her.

that wasn't a dream either. But having an elegant wedding gown also prepared on the mannequin in the middle of the bedroom, it felt like something else… It felt like even my chest couldn't hold all the happiness that was now overwhelming me anymore. Really. The dress is so pretty. It is white in color with a long, flowing bottom on the floor. Very much like the models of dresses that Disney princesses often wear. And as if that weren't enough, the swarovski beads on every detail of the dress also amaze. It's really beautiful. Makes the dress look like a clear sky full of stars.

Then proceeded to talk more about Tony calling him deranged and crazy for taking videos of the girls he was having sex with when unbeknownst to them, it was Amber who had sent the video to Bianca. They were finally done and all Whitney could say as she stared at them was ‘wow.’ Evelyn wore a beautiful blue gown to the ball, Terra had designed it just like the actual Cinderella's. Switching up things a bit. The gown was made of delicate satin with a fitted bodice, off-the-shoulder neckline, and flowing skirt that sparkled with magic. Her hair was styled elegantly in a classic updo, adorned with a sparkling head piece that complemented the enchanting look.

The owner, Lydia, looked up from the counter and smiled as soon as she saw us. “There’s my Homecoming girls,” she said. “You’re right on time. Jessa, your dress is ready.” My heart slammed against my ribs. Ready. No more safety net of “we’re still working on it” or “we’ll see how it fits after alterations.” This was it. This was the version I had to face in the mirror. Mariah nudged me forward. “Come on, Cinderella. Let’s see the magic.” I followed Lydia to the back, palms sweating. My dress hung alone on a hook outside the fitting room, protected by a plastic cover like it was something fragile and expensive. Even through the cloudy plastic, I could see the color—deep, rich sapphire blue.

"Seriously, who dresses like that anymore? You look like you're begging in the streets." "I know, right? You're practically radiating poverty. Did you escape from some rundown place?" "Aria, it's your cousin's big day. Can't you put on something nice? You've been to college, for heaven's sake. Why do you seem to be moving backwards in life?" Betty sauntered over, oozing fake concern. "Let's not be too hard on Aria. Maybe she's just strapped for cash?" She paused dramatically and continued, "I'll tell you what. I'll have the makeup artist whip up a bridesmaid dress for you, how about that?"

"The Board is already calling, Ella. They want to know which ‘house’ you’re representing tonight. The press is outside the gates like a pack of wolves." I looked at the three dresses—my "weapons" for the evening. From Adrian: A structured, midnight-black gown with a neckline that looked like a blade. It was the dress of a queen regent—stark, cold, and dominant. The card read: Wear the power you deserve. From Julian: A ethereal, champagne-colored silk dress that seemed to glow under the vanity lights. It was soft, romantic, and deceptively innocent. The card read: Remind them who you are in the light.

The woman frowned and I realized that it was me in a full length mirror. The dress was strapless blue satin that cascaded into a full skirt of tulle and satin. Intricate dark blue flowers bordered the edges of the gown, accenting the sweetheart top and the gentle curve of the drop-waist into the skirt. I looked like a princess from a fairy tale. “Oh my...” I whispered, not believing the transformation. This made the purple dress look like a cheap swimsuit cover-up by comparison. “And the final touch,” Gunner said, putting a mask over my face. It was a simple silver mask with small engraved flowers around the edges. The beauty was in the simplicity. I still looked like me, but more mysterious

What in the world is going on? Then came a beautiful girl, wearing a white dress that rests just above her knees and white heels, she steps out from the room where she was confined into and flashed everyone a beautiful smile. Her long brunette hair was braided on the side, as I stare into her green eyes and the freckles on her cheeks - she is so perfect. She doesn't have any make up on, how could someone look so beautiful?