Novel & Cerita Makima Black Dress

I looked towards where the sound was coming from and saw Mae. Fuck. She was dressed in a black, flowing silky dress that had a deep v-cut neckline, exposing the peak of her cleavage above her breasts to a little below the middle of them too. As she approached me, I only got a close-up view of an angel dressed in black, swaying her hips as she took every step. Her makeup has been done and her bruises are now nonexistent.

“Guys this it is, go out there and make me proud, okay. “ Camila assembled the group and encouraged them as she heard the MC announce the commencement of the show. She stepped on the red carpet, today she had dressed a little bit differently and she was looking gorgeous as hell. Yet again this was one of designer Carson’s dress, she was proud to have to wear it on this occasion. The dress was black in colour, as it hugged her body like a second skin. All the right curves were brought out and all the men in the house couldn’t help looking at the beauty in front of the stage. Honestly Camila stole the show even before the designs were shown.

“No way. Damn girl, if the last dress made you look like a princess, this one shows what a queen you are. That’s the one, Frankie is gonna swallow his tongue when he sees you.” I looked at the dress Maisey was wearing and said, “Well if your mate is at the ball, he’s gonna go all caveman and drag you off to have his way with you. That dress is sinfully hot!” It was a black, strapless, tube maxi dress with a tulle skirt and built in panty that accentuated her long legs and darker toned skin. “Well I am ready to be ravished by my mate, so this is the one,” she giggled in response.

Chapter 38 The day of the reunion had finally arrived, and Laura stood frozen in front of her bed, eyeing the sleek black dress that Mikaela had dropped off just the day before. It hung there, delicate and elegant, but it felt out of place in her mind. "I already have plenty of dresses. Why did she send me this one? It's way too fancy for a reunion," she mumbled, picking it up and running her fingers along the fabric. "And it's black... It's just so... dramatic."

When she opened it, I saw it was full of beautiful dresses, all in dark colors—black, deep purple, midnight blue. She pulled out one dress and turned to show me. It was black, the most beautiful black dress I’d ever seen. It had long sleeves made of lace that looked like spider webs, and the skirt was made of layers and layers of soft fabric that would flow when you walked. There were tiny crystals sewn into it that caught the light. “For tonight’s ceremony,” Melissa said, holding it up. “You’ll want to look your best.” A ceremony. Like it was something to celebrate. Like my death was a party.

“What do you think? The coral brings out the warmth in her complexion, doesn’t it?” The makeup artist nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely. Very fresh, very ‘new chapter’ energy.” My mother continued pulling dresses and my eyes drifted away from the parade of cheerful colors and landes on something at the end of the far rack. Just a glimpse of black fabric, mostly hidden behind an emerald green cocktail dress. I stood and walked toward it, pushing aside the other clothes to reveal what caught my attention. A black dress. It was fitted at the top with a modest neckline and long sleeves, then flared from the waist into a full skirt that would fall just below my knees.

She gave me a nervous smile. “Miss… Mrs…?” She looked helplessly at Dominic. “Mrs. Blackwood,” he said. I turned my head slowly to stare at him. He did not flinch. The maid looked like she wanted to sink through the floor. I took the garment bag from her and unzipped it. And then I actually laughed. It was a dress. A very expensive dress. A very severe dress. A black, high-necked, long-sleeved, floor-length dress with sharp tailoring and a waist so precisely cut it looked like it had been designed for a funeral, a coronation, or the world’s most intimidating widow.

"Simplicity Is The Ultimate Sophistication." - Leonardo da Vinci ____________________________________________________________________ The girls were ready to go out and enjoy their night. Mia was wearing a black sequin bodycon dress. Her smoky black eye makeup and nude lipstick going well with the dress. Her bracelet made up of black shiny heart shaped beads looking beautiful on her tattooed hand. Katherine sported a gold coloured dress with plunging neckline which made her slightly tanned skin glow in the night. She had makeup done of the same colour as her dress. Her blonde hair perfectly going along with her dress and golden leaf pendant she was wearing.

I rolled my eyes at her and opened the door to my room. " I like your room, nice style. " she looks around with approval. " Thanks I guess. " I laugh and walk towards my closet. Makayla walks over to my closet and throws some outfits and things that she think would work together and put together multiple outfits. There was a maroon dress that went up just above my knees, was sleeveless, and had a bit of a turtleneck. It's a beautiful dress, and then the second choice. It was a dress I didn't even know I had, but as soon as I see it I know why.4

Monica was maybe sixty with silver hair cut in a sharp bob, wearing all black and the kind of heels I could never pull off. “Mr. Blackwood has exquisite taste,” she said while her two assistants started unpacking what looked like an entire department store’s worth of supplies. “He picked this himself.” She pulled out a garment bag and I watched her unzip it slowly then she pulled out the dress. It was emerald green. So dark it was almost black in some lights, floor-length with a fitted bodice and a slit up one side that went way too high.