Lorelai Gilmore Fashion Novels & Stories

A maid opened the door and led me into a cavernous living room. In the center of the room, draped over a silk form, was a gown of pure, shimmering white. "Is this... real?" I whispered. It was a Lulu Vuitton exclusive—a piece that didn't just cost silver, it cost territory. "Breathtaking, isn't it?" Shelly Moore emerged from the shadows, her smile sharp. "This is the gown Lexi selected for the engagement rites. You’d have to work three lifetimes just to touch one of those pearls."

As stated before the people of Larylia were known for their high fashion designs. In all the ruins Aurelia and Zinjo explored all they found were crates of perfectly preserved clothing. They found twenty crates and brought Gael to examine their find. He frowned and then looked in the crates held up a gown and ran his hand down the fabric. He smiled and threw his bandana in the air, “Larylian clothing is big with the royalty of the world. People still talk about the pageantry and the designer wars.” He paused and shot a shrewd look in their direction, “You need more time don't you?”

Loris blew her a kiss and left closing the door Ellie quickly had a cold shower, that was what she needed at the moment, she washed her hair, after that went to blow dry it. She smirked at the clothes Loris picked for her. It was a short white gown, with the back in low cut and the front low but moderate, it was sleeveless, she picked her golden necklace and bracelet with the matching earrings. Loris came in dressed already, and ready to be introduced while Ellie was no where ready. “How do you do it?” Ellie demanded

Nikolai and Nial exchanged looks, a faint smile tugging at the corners of their lips despite themselves. “We’ll work on it,” Nadei promised, ruffling Jade’s hair. Satisfied, Jade took my hand. “Come on, Mama. Lorelai wants to show you her princess dress.” I let him lead me out of the office, grateful for the reprieve. As we walked back into the living room, Lorelai squealed in delight, twirling around in her pink tulle dress. “Pretty, right, Mama?” she asked, her big eyes shining with excitement.

Annaliese was wearing a short red strapless gown that wasn't even down to her thighs while Liam's date was wearing short jeans pants and a dark red midriff shirt. Wesley's parents were seated, wearing the same colour of clothes, watching the small dance show that was held in the water. I was dressed in a black sputtering flared gown that had a long slim slit down my breasts. Honestly I feel like a whore dressed like this but it was Laurel's idea saying it was a woman's way of flaunting her sexiness. How ridiculous. Laurel herself was dressed in a long yellow floral gown that had a slit cut way up to her thighs. She cajoled with grace and poise and literally smiled at everyone at the party.

Wonderful. I shut the door slowly, resisting the urge to hiss through the crack like an offended cat. Dressing felt like donning armor. White blouse, silver and black tartan skirt, black boots, and the silver chain that once belonged to my mother. It may or may not have been enchanted to strangle anyone who touched it uninvited. She never confirmed. The ambiguity gave it personality. When I emerged, Loralie clapped her hands. “You look amazing! So elegant. Like a gothic fairytale!”

He had been so decisive that he told Liora that he definitely knew about her parents plans and he obviously wasn’t on board. Liora chuckled as walked deeper into the massive bedroom slowly, her heels clicking softly against the marble floors. This room had always been extravagant, but now it looked even more extravagant because of the newly delivered wardrobe lining the walls. She opened, stared at the wardrobe and stared at the dresses again. Most of them were silk, sequins and hand embroidered gowns that heiresses like her fought over to grab. Her grandfather truly moved fast. A small amused laugh escaped her lips as she grabbed her phone. She stepped backward slightly to capture the wardr

My in-laws, decked out in brand-new designer gear, were beaming at everyone they met. Harper's "rival" colleagues were also in position, mingling seamlessly with the wealthy parents. And there was Harper, standing in the center of the crowd in a sophisticated black dress, looking every bit the elegant socialite. Flanking her were Caleb, looking sharp in a tailored blazer, and Jodie, their illegitimate daughter, who was wearing a custom-made dress. "Ms. Gilmore, you really have it all. A thriving career, a brilliant daughter, and such a handsome husband," a local businessman flattered her.

Lila wouldn’t take no for an answer. “You’ve been glued to your phone and your books for weeks,” she said, rummaging through my closet. “Theo will understand. One night of fun. Live a little!” She held up a sleek black dress—short, tight, with a neckline that showed just enough cleavage. It was bolder than anything I’d worn in months.

Long chains, pendants, and glittering metal, draped between her breasts, catching the light every time she moved, drawing every eye exactly where she wanted it. Bold. Very bold. Which, I supposed, meant she wasn’t planning to get into a physical fight with me tonight. Because God knows I’d already figured out exactly where to aim if she dared start one with me tonight. Still… I’d give credit where it was due. Lauren looked like she’d stepped out of some chaotic fashion campaign titled “Hot Felon Chic”. Meanwhile, my own outfit was significantly less… provocative. I’d been offered clothes earlier—handed a stack by the Ken doll assistant. I chose the safest option: orange athletic shorts that