Novel & Cerita Magic Linen Dress

I walked into my closet, and this time around, it was stocked with all the items we'd purchased earlier in the day. I browsed through the endless clothes that were neatly arranged in the closet, looking for something to wear when I came across a linen nightdress with beautiful lace patterns that drew me in. I walked over to it, lightly placing my finger over the luxury linen material. I didn't need to wear it to know it'd look sinful on me. My large thighs would most definitely pull the mid-thigh dress to an even shorter length, leaving little to the imagination. I stared at the dress and couldn't help but wonder what Lucius thought about the dress. Knowing his taste, I was certain he'd appr

Proserpina Earlier that evening I had washed and changed into one of the cocktail dresses that I had found in the suitcase. With a sinking heart, I held the pretty little cocktail dress up to my body and felt my face turn red. It was a low-back swing mini dress with gold chain straps in mink satin with rolled hem and ribbon lace-up detail. Pale lavender in colour it went well with my hair but I chose to let my hair cascade down my back as I saw how deep and how near naked I was looking with the straps revealing all. I would feel otherwise.

“High quality linen, Angel. It probably repels moisture and bad dreams.” “At least towel your hair first.” He didn’t even crack an eye. “Bring me one.” “You have two hands.” “Busy meditating to clean this room.” I bit back a groan, scooted to the edge of the mattress, and marched to the wardrobe. Anything to get distance from heat, steam, and impossible men. Two sets of clothing hung inside. A sleek midnight-blue cocktail dress, and a tailored black suit in Misha’s size, complete with cuff links that looked suspiciously like solid onyx.

“Now let’s get you ready. You’re about to become the Luna of the pack, after all.” I nodded, my heart fluttering with excitement as I turned back to the mirror. My dress—*my wedding dress*—was stunning. The fabric was a delicate ivory silk that shimmered in the light, flowing down in soft waves to the floor. The bodice was adorned with intricate lace detailing, and the sleeves, made of the same lace, clung to my arms like a second skin. It felt light and airy, like it was made just for me, with delicate pearl buttons lining the back. The dress hugged my figure perfectly, making me feel both powerful and ethereal.

It’s not like I can control who Zola was mated to. My dress arrived a few days ago. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, never mind worn. A pure white princess dress with a sweetheart neckline. The bodice is decorated with crystals that illustrate the different phases of the moon. I have tried it on several times since it arrived. Lily has helped me each time, as I am all fingers and thumbs. But now I feel confident I could do it alone.

She bowed low before holding it out to me. “My Luna.” I smiled politely as I took it from her. Once she left, I shut the door and turned back to my bed, placing the box on top. My hands were unsteady as I slowly lifted the lid. Inside lay the most stunning lavender dress I had ever seen. It was simple yet undeniably elegant, made of the softest silk that shimmered under the light. The fabric flowed gracefully, its fitted bodice accentuating the curves before cascading into a gentle, flowing skirt. The neckline dipped low, just enough to be daring without losing its class.

I giggly skipped to the wardrobe and pulled out my dress bag. “Is that it?” He asked. “Yup!” I said cheerfully as I lay it on the bed and unzipped it. I pulled out the long dress. It was a long red dress with layers of folded fabric. Alex had plucked the pattern right out of that wonderful head of hers. It was a deep red color, like wine or blood. She said it was a good contrast to the white Luciano had to wear as officiant and Alpha. I held it up for Luciano to see and I saw his eyes widen at the sight.

And behind them came Mira, holding Lyra’s bag and looking half nervous, half excited. Phoebe gasped and jumped up instantly. “Mom, is that it?” Lyra grinned. “Yes. And nobody touches it till I say so.” Even Liora ran closer, her small eyes wide with excitement. “Mummy, it’s so shiny!” I turned slowly as the maids spread the gown out in front of me, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. The fabric shimmered under the light—pure white with silver lines flowing across it like moonlight. The top hugged the body just right, and the skirt flowed down softly like layers of mist.

But then again, we’ve barely spoken beyond logistics and work matters. “Right. Of course. Thank you, Lily.” She leaves, and I unzip the first garment bag. Inside is a gown that takes my breath away...midnight blue silk that shimmers like water, with a plunging neckline and a slit that goes dangerously high. It’s stunning. Provocative. The kind of dress that makes a statement. The kind of dress that says, "I belong here." I’m still staring at it when my office door opens, and Dante walks in.

Soothed by him she nodded, smiling gently. “I can do it. I’ll be fine.” She said the words for herself, more than him and then swallowed hard and clutched his hand with an iron grip in a bid to calm herself. This was the first time she had ever worn a ball gown type dress, and in white it was particularly eye catching. It had the basis of a wedding dress in the skirt, but the top was encrusted with gems and sparkling stones in a fitted bodice and cap sleeves. So she was elegant and princess like. Linlin had chosen it for her, to suit her body shape and normal romantic style of clothes she wore. It was hell to move around in, but the length afforded her flat shoes that were hidden since she h