Makima Black Dress Novels & Stories

“Dealing with that witch was way more tiring than I expected.” “Yeah…” Myra sighed. Bria reached into the back seat and pulled out a sleek black box. Inside was a stunning off-shoulder black gown adorned with delicate diamonds along the waist. The dress sparkled beautifully under the moonlight. Myra’s eyes widened. “It’s very expensive. I can’t take this.” Bria laughed. “Girl, please tell me you’re kidding. This black dress costs millions, but it’s low-key, sexy, and gives that classic, elegant look.”

“What colors do you consider happy?” “Pink. Yellow. Glitter.” “I’m going to a Foundation gala, not a unicorn birthday party, Penelope.” Poppy sat up again and crawled toward the edge of the bed. Her hand slipped between the two hangers Salma was still holding. “That one.” Salma pulled out a black dress from behind the others. It was simple from the front. A straight neckline, thin straps, black fabric falling cleanly to the floor. The back dipped low, held together only by two narrow straps and a tiny clasp at the nape.

Camela felt a chill run down her spine. In front of them stood a tall dress form holding a black gown. Its hem touched the floor. Camela recognized it, even in nightmares, because it reminded her of the funeral dresses she avoided as a child. She stepped forward. The fabric was so dark that it absorbed light. It had black lace, chunky beads, and a high collar. It looked more like mourning clothes than a wedding dress. She hurried over to him. "Wake up, Vincent." He coughed, squinting his eyes. "Don't," he muttered. "You almost…"

I took one of them and was about to put it on when I saw the look on Alexia's face. "Didn't you say your client was a foreigner?" "Yes…" "Then this is the perfect dress for you." Alexia brought out a black long dress that was not just covered with little diamonds that sparkled under the light but also exposed a little bit of my chest and my back. "Miss Aldama, this dress was flown in from Italy. It's by the designer MK. Would you like to try it on?" The lady in charge of my dress collection said with a broad smile.

the madame instructed. Even if she said that, it wasn’t easy for me to pick out a dress. First of all, I had never worn anything quite fancy like these before. The dresses presented were all modern-looking short dresses in various colors and styles. One was a magenta pink with long sleeves and a slit that would run up one side of my thigh. The second one was a black sleeveless dress with lace decoration. The third was white with light pink, rosy patterns with puffy sleeves. The last was a sky-blue dress with a belt around the waist, short sleeves, and a skirt that looked the most normal out of all the rest. “What about my maid uniform?” I asked.

She then threw a black dress to Mayari, which Mayari didn't care to catch and it just landed on her head, covering her like a blanket. "Now go on." Helen urged. Mayari sighed and lazily walk to the fitting room, again, with the store's staff to assist her. After a few minutes of waiting, Mayari finally came out wearing the beautiful velvety black and crimson dress. The dress have black thick furs placed at the back of the collar, making Mayari's neck visible only in front. The sleeves where long cuffed with furs, and her hands were clothed with a pair soft black gloves.

Garment bags hung from the wardrobe doors. Boxes of jewelry covered the vanity table. Mia moved around the room like a commander preparing for war. Eventually, the makeup artists stepped back. “Done.” Finally. I stood from the chair. Immediately two assistants approached with our dresses. My dress came first. The fabric shimmered under the lights. The gown was a deep midnight-black silk that hugged my waist before flowing down to the floor. The neckline was structured and sharp, giving it authority rather than softness. Exactly how I liked it.

It was so thoughtful of Lucas to get me an assistant that would fill in for me, I was supposed to be at the meeting with the investors but I guess he'd sorted it out with my assistant and all I had to do was the paperwork. I went into the bathroom to shower, squishing extra hard on the citrus gel wash. I wanted to put in more effort in smelling nice– I always did, but this one was different. A black box was lying at the bottom of my closet, I smiled, picked it up and opened the package. "Lord have mercy," the surprise was a black Emporium Macron fall dress limited edition. She'd just produced five of the dresses with tags, my jaw dropped when I saw the number 1. Etched in silver at the edge

She beamed with smiles. "Same here." Martha reciprocated her smile with a forced one. It wasn't until now that she observed Mia's dress. The girl was adorned in an opulent, peach floor-length gown featuring intricate lace and shimmering sequins. A string of pearls graced her neck, complementing the elegance of her ensemble. Every detail, from her polished black heels to the delicate embroidery, reflected a timeless and sophisticated style. And she was wearing light makeup… Mia wasn’t one who fancied such things. Martha’s eyes narrowed.

He sounded happier and more energetic than he had been in awhile. I turned around with a forced smile that dropped instantly. Alax looked at me with a big cheesy smile as he played with the cuff links of his tux. "You are dress up." I whispered as I slowly looked down at myself. I was wearing a black lace dress that hit my knees and for me perfectly. "Black" I whispered as I looked up at Alaxs black tux. Mia walked up next to him with a smile. My frown deepened as I took in her black buttoned up dress and black tights and dress shoes.