Magic Linen Dress Novels & Stories

All of them were gorgeous, but they were looking for something perfect. Eden’s eyes fell on a dress and she was immediately in love with it. She just needed to try it to see if it fitted her. It was a Dolce and Gabbana dress. Midnight blue in color, with glittery fabric. It was backless and v-necked with thin straps. The lining of the dress was sewn with dark blue velvet and a partition between the waist and the hips and reached mid-thigh. It was the most beautiful dress in the whole store but she was not sure if it would fit her. A woman from the staff took it to the trial room and helped her in putting it on.

The scent of lavender oil and starch hung in the air, soft and calming but my heart still hadn’t found its rhythm since that morning’s confrontation. When we reached the dressing chamber, Maris pushed the tall double doors open to reveal rows of gowns in shades of silver, moonlight, and pale rose. “Courtesy of Lady Amelia herself,” she said, sweeping her arm grandly. “Each guest chooses one for the dance. The fabrics are enchanted stitched with lunar thread to reflect the goddess’s blessing.” I ran my fingers over one of the dresses, the fabric cool and impossibly soft beneath my skin. It shimmered faintly, like water caught under the moon.

“This one is from Monsieur Gascogne’s newest collection. It’s not even out yet. He must really like you to let you try it on!” Oh Goddess, no pressure. Should I tell her I already found my dress? Instead, I let her help me into it. Lilith gives a small gasp as I turn to face the mirror, and I nearly mimic her—I hardly recognize myself. The gown is soft, powder blue, crafted from a satin-like fabric that catches the light with a subtle, mesmerizing sheen. It features an elegant off-the-shoulder neckline, draping gently around my upper arms to create a romantic, graceful silhouette. The structured bodice fits closely, sculpting my waist with clean, minimalist lines.

she said shyly. I paused. "You don't have to do all this for me." "It's alright, miss," she said, smiling kindly. "You're safe here." She held out the dress, and I stared at it in shock. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen. It was made of a silky material that sparkled in the light, looking like a dress for a princess in stories I read as a child. "It's beautiful," I said quietly. The maid smiled slightly. "This is one of Lady Eveline's old clothes. "The Alpha kept them for guests."

Lina was speechless. But looking at Dyab's appearance, this dress should not be worn outside. Old-fashioned, superstitious. There is no way, Lina can only give up the light blue dress. Lina always felt that this man was jealous, it was Yan's choice anyway. Good! The man you choose, you have to spoil him no matter what you do. Dyan: Who made it! Looking at the series of brilliant evening dresses, Lina also had a bit of a headache, finally Lina chose a moon-white evening gown.

She had hoped that she would put it on if Kenny asked her out for dinner, but things had now ended between her and him and the dress couldn't be worn on such an occasion. The fabric of the dress was a delicate shade of lavender, adorned with intricate lace detailing along the neckline and hem. As her body slipped into the dress, it hugged her curves perfectly, fitting perfectly on her slender figure. The color complemented her fair complexion, making her eyes sparkle with a hint of excitement.

I’ll try to leave this bad experience behind and focus on my future with Atticus. My ceremony dress is inspired by the famous Art Deco fashion designer Madeleine Vionnet. Is golden with shiny bead threads that accentuate my best features, it pop ups my cleavage and hugs my hips. I look spectacular. The fabric has a satin linen and when I move, it makes a ruffle sound as it drapes down my hips ending in a little tail that pools around my feet. “You look gorgeous, my Luna.” One of the Omegas says. “You look like royalty.” Said another.

“Oh my, Lydia, that dress looks absolutely gorgeous on you hun!” Madilyn gushed as Lydia emerged from the dressing room. She was in a sleek mermaid style ball gown that flared out at the bottom. The bodice was covered in little rhinestones and had just enough sparkle to not look gaudy. The dress fit Lydia snuggly and accentuated all of her curves. “Really?” Lydia asked raising her hands to her breast and turning side to side, “You don’t think its too much,” she asked waving her hand across her chest.

So, Milton's salary was clearly going toward this. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd sold some of the sneakers and clothes I'd given him to finance this woman's lifestyle. I picked out a random bag from the ones she recommended to me, filled in my best friend's address, rounded up the payment, and transferred Lindsay the full amount. Lindsay had never encountered such a generous customer. She was over the moon and started sending me daily greetings—good morning, good afternoon, good evening—and every time she had a chance, she tried to get closer to me.

In the soft yellow light of morning I lift the linen dress up over my head and let it slip down over the length of my body, falling all the way to the floor. Ultimately, I decided on a very simple pattern. My dress is almost Grecian in its drape. Its simple lines fall from my shoulders to the floor with a slight hitch at the waist, my arms left bare. I study myself in the mirror, pleased with the result. It’s simple, but it’s elegant. And I look damn good in it.