Live Action Cinderella Dress Novels & Stories

It was an armless cinderella dress that had diamonds studded on it with a sweetheart neckline decorated with silver trimmings giving her a princess look. The staff that helped her with testing her dress, who goes by the name Aline, looked at Audriana after she zipped her up with a smile. “You look beautiful ma’am” she complimented. Audriana tore her gaze from herself in the mirror to Aline flashing her a grin. “Thank you, Aline, and please call me Audriana” she turned and looked over her shoulder to have a good look at the dress from behind. It did look good, the back didn’t show much skin, meaning it was not too low and she seemed a bit pleased with it but scrunched her brows in thought.

She could pass for a queen without even trying. Mrs Santiago brought in her dress. It was a dark strapless ball gown with a sweetheart neckline that revealed the upper part of her cleavages. The cloth was so beautiful. Annie saw the tag and got speechless. She can't believe she would he putting on a cloth worth millions in her life. The shoe was silver, it was a pair of comma Cinderella heels. "Isn't this too much?" Annie questioned. "Nothing is too much of I want to get what I want" Lila replied. Annie wished she could understand what the woman meant fully. She only understood her to an extent.

She had almost driven me crazy, making me change at least eight times before finalizing on this one with glimmering eyes. The blue dress was sort of similar to the one that Cinderella wore in the movie. Puffed up sleeves that fell slightly on upper arms, making it shoulderless, it snugly hugged my chest, giving a hint of cleavage, and cascaded down to my feet. The heels I wore were made of white squint stones with a thin, single stripe of blue in them. Lara had been over the cloud to help me dress up. Perhaps she was the blessing I needed to look good in this dress. With her godly makeup skills, she had really turned me into a princess without a tiara.

Mary was in front of the mirror preparing herself for the dinner she was invited to, at the palace. She opened the closet and chose a beautiful dress that her employer's daughter gave her as a Christmas present. It was still smelling fresh as it came from the box. She applied a little bit perfume and put it on. It was a tight dress covered with a long lace that reached ankles. Its colour was cream and gold. She wore the high heeled shoes that matched the golden colour of the dress and plaited her long hair and it nicely at the back. She dabbed her face with the make up Chelsea gave her and it perfectly matched her even toned skin, making her look like the princess doll. She turned around in

“ Trust me, Aaron is not going to be impressed by your usual ‘I just rolled out of bed’ look, spice things up a bit, you don’t have to look like you’re sense of fashion was burnt out” “Ouch, Rude!” She began rummaging through her closet, pulling out a stunning red dress that looked like it belonged on a red carpet. “Try this one. It’s designer, and it will make you look like a million bucks.” I hesitated, feeling like Cinderella trying on the glass slipper. But Faith’s enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn’t resist the prospect of feeling like a princess for a night. I took a deep breath and let her help me into the dress, feeling the soft silk hug my curves in all the right places.

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.

A matching bold red lip and gold jewelry completed the confident look. Emma’s dress was a gorgeous sky-blue ball gown. It was fitted around the waist and flowed down to the floor with an elegant sweeping training. Tiny crystals embedded throughout gave it an ethereal sparkle. It was a true Cinderella gown. “You all look so amazing! Each of your men have suits that match, but of course you two are the belles of the ball!” He looked at Sabrina and Emma respectively. “I had matching garments for your children prepared, but I understand they won’t attend.”

He wiped away his tears and smiled happily looking at her. Hazel was dressed in an off shouldered beautiful white colored gown. The heart neckline of the dress made her look extremely alluring. The dress fitted well till her waist and then instantly it flared beyond her legs making her to look like a beautiful Cinderella. The entire dress had beautiful pure silver thread embroidery on it in the form of Tulip flowers which were her favourite. She was wearing a choker diamond necklace around her neck with matching danglers in her ears.

Jackson, my plan was to make quiet an impression if I had a chance to meet them one on one. I put on my designer suit that which Christine had someone design it for me, it was shiny and black in color. I walked out of my room and walked all the way downstairs glancing at my watch as I waited for Christine and before I knew it Christine was walking on the stairs incredibly looking. She was wearing a red Cinderella dress, it looked like that dress was designed specifically for her body. “Wow” I said. “What?” she asked. “You look incredible” I replied. She blushed “Thank you” she said.

“Lolly, took you long enough!” Cindy came up naked from under him. They straddled my fiancé between them, touching him possessively, caressing his chest. “What does it look like? She’s here for her fiancé. Aww, isn’t that lovely?” Cindy said. They burst into a mocking laughter. “Is that your wedding dress? How ugly!” Mindy asked. “Ugly dress for an ugly bride,” Cindy chimed in. Their laughter reverberated around the room, cutting me deep. There was no remorse in their voices.