Mabel Costumes Novels & Stories

Nate sat on a sofa there and Mabel took something from a room like there. I sat down and looked around. I just entered this shop and this screams money to me. It didn't take long for Mabel to come out with the bag on a hanger and inside a plastic transparent cover dress. The first thing I noticed was the color since that's the noticeable part of the clothes. It's Royal Blue, Pale Yellow, and Gold. I cringed because just by the size of the gown, they hate raffles. I thought I would never be able to wear this dress because I haven't. And why is it a ballgown?

They were taking their roles very seriously, perhaps even more seriously than Lydia and I were taking the rest of the wedding planning. This morning, the focus was on their outfits. Lydia and I had arranged for a tailor to come to the house to ensure everything fit perfectly. Mabel was already dressed in a soft pink dress with layers of tulle that made her look like a little princess. She twirled in front of the mirror, her curls bouncing with every spin. “Do you think I need a tiara, Daddy?” she asked, her big brown eyes wide with sincerity. I crouched down to her level, brushing a stray curl from her face. “I think you’re perfect just the way you are, sweetheart. But if you really want a t

The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the soft hum of chatter and laughter. Mabel, resplendent in her stunning lace mermaid dress, stood poised at the entrance of the hall. Her delicate cap sleeves and sweetheart neckline framed her face, while the fitted bodice showcased her curves. The flowing train added a touch of drama to her overall look, and the intricate beading and sequins sparkled under the light like a thousand tiny diamonds. Her hair was styled in loose waves, and she wore a delicate veil that framed her face like a work of art.

one of the guards announced and confusion knotted my brow. A witness? So soon? The crowd buzzed with fresh murmurs and my jaw damned near hit the tiles when Mabel stepped forward. She had put makeup on, what little good it did her. The red blush was too high on her square-shaped face, and the lipstick she used looked eerily similar to the nude matte I had on earlier in the night. Her dress was the plain white uniform the other servants wore, but she had managed to pin a rose to her name plate, her attempt at sprucing it up.

It was a big event and Pearl's father would also be officially introducing her to the rest of the family. I heard footsteps coming from the stairs and looked up. I whistled in surprise as Mabel came down the stairs followed closely by Karen. ‘I guess your fairy Godmother had been busy then, Mabel?’ I said and she blushed. ‘It's Miss Pearl and Karen that dressed me up this way. Do I look okay?’ Mabel asked blushing beautifully. ‘You look more than okay girl. I am sure that every male there will be eating from your hands tonight,’ I said, smiling at her, which made her blush a shade deeper.

Devlin was delighted to hear her say that but ever the strategist, he said drily “And have Abdullah hot on my heels not to mention Mansour? Not to worry though, should emergencies and events arise like tonight, this bedroom is officially yours. Mabel launched herself at him and gave him a kiss before bouncing on the bed again like a little girl. Devlin was so amused that he went down on the bed, caught her bouncy body and gave her a full on kiss that spoke of hunger and desire. They both fell on the bed with Mabel beneath him, the kiss turned hungry and possessive and Mabel returned it in kind before she froze. Devlin felt it and reluctantly stood up. “I won’t apologize for that Mabel, damn,

And in the blink of an eye, Mabel's designer dress was ripped to shreds, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. Just seconds ago, she had been bragging about her luxury-brand outfit. Now, it was nothing more than a pile of worthless scraps—the kind of trash no one would bother picking up off the street.

Gates leaned her head on her husband’s shoulder… when Adeline nudged me because I wasn’t laughing hard enough at a joke she made… I felt it. Warmth. Soft, unfamiliar peace. And it scared me a little, how easily it slipped into my chest without asking permission. But it felt good too. Good in a way I didn’t think I could feel again. This morning, Mabel knocked on my door with a wide smile and a dress draped over her arm. A soft, pastel dress that looked too delicate for someone like me. Too gentle. Too pretty. She held it out like it was something precious.

The air had this enthralling odour of scented candles. It was soothing and relaxing. Some people turned their face, looking towards her and Leonardo's direction whilst the majority just paid attention to the priest's sermon. Her eyes locked with those familiar brown orbs as she and Leonardo sat down. Mabel. She looked so beautiful and breath taking in her wedding gown. It was simple and fitted, mermaid style and laced with spaghetti straps. Her hair was packed to a bun, beautiful ornamental pins designing it. Crystal closed her eyes, saying a silent prayer for Mabel and her partner, wishing them the happiest of life, filled with love.

I barely had time to catch my breath before they both walked inside. "Go get ready," he said as he looked at me. “We are going out to celebrate.” I swallowed hard and nodded, making my way to my room. Not long after, Mabel entered, holding a dress in her hands. “This is for you,” she said, offering it to me with a small smile. “I figured you wouldn’t have anything to wear.” I forced myself to return the smile, though my nerves were anything but calm. “Thank you,” I said, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric as I took the dress from her.