Novel & Cerita Makima Black Dress

"I need something for the Grand Meridian gala. My dad told me to go in his place." Maya blinked. "The gala? But you hate those networking events. You always make Daniel go instead." "Well, things change." I pulled out a heavy, structured gown. It was midnight black silk, with a neckline that plunged dangerously low, a completely open back, and a thigh-high slit that was practically a safety hazard. It didn't look sweet. It looked lethal. "Holy shit," I whispered, holding it up against myself. "This is it." "It's... dark...and very...uhm...it exposes you a lot, darling..." Maya said, her eyes wide. "Besides, doesn't Daniel always says you look best in blush pink?"

"Drop the purple." I reached behind my back, unzipped the dress, and let it fall to the floor. I stood in the middle of the room in my black lace underwear. I didn't cover my stomach, and I didn't hide my thighs. Malakai's glass froze halfway to his mouth. His jaw tightened. I picked up the last dress on the table. It was a low-cut crimson gown made of double-layered silk. The fabric felt cold as I pulled it up over my legs and forced the zipper up my spine.

“Oh, babe. This. Is. Power.” Kate pursed her lips. “It’s sexy, but I feel like it doesn’t scream main event. I want even my dress to make waves on the internet by tomorrow.” Marissa smiled knowingly and unzipped the final dress. The moment Kate laid eyes on it, she knew that was the perfect dress for the ball. It was a jet-black silk gown, with a plunging neckline, a backless cut that draped elegantly, and feathered sleeves that added just the right amount of drama.

Christian, Nico, and Frankie go quiet, turning to me, their eyes each moving over me in a way that makes me scowl because I feel like a piece of meat being judged at the butcher shop before being wrapped up and carried home. “Is this really how you want me to look?” I ask, gesturing at the black dress with its little gold details. It’s cute, really – more spring-forward than I’d have thought would be appropriate in winter. A little shapeless in its mod style, but short enough that my long legs are on full display. The little gold details on the belt and the buttons that run down the front match the gold strip on the heel of my black leather booties. I mean, again, it’s cute but…none of it sc

they blew raspberries at each other. Mackayla limped to her room and pulled out the dress she had brought for tonight and put together the ensemble. It was a sleeveless, v-cut in front and mid-backed, floor length slit up to mid-thigh on the left, tight, dark blue satin number that brought out the color of her eyes. She had paired it with some blue diamond dangle star earrings with a matching necklace, and a dark blue sandal since she couldn't wear heels with the walking cast. She had thought also about buying some gloves but

she mumbled. She picked up the lacy but light purple dress. Then she try it on excitedly, causing for her to took off her bathrobe without any hesitation. Maia runs in front of the life sized mirror and was shocked when she saw her own reflection on it. The dress's collar was in v-neck styled, exposing her white cleavage. It hugged her figures, revealing her perfect curves. What amazed her more was, the dress was like two in one clothes. It has a fitted lining in the inside but there was also lacy and thin fabric covering it around.

For a moment, he forgot he was supposed to be in control. She was wearing a black dress that looked like it was made for royalties. Of course, Kai never failed to exaggerate things. The top was sleek and tight, wrapping around her body like it had memorized every curve. The neckline dipped just enough to be daring but not loud. One shoulder was bare while the other was covered in a black mesh with tiny crystals.

My skin ached for his touch, and my heart actually hurt from the lack of contact. I was burning to see him. So when the maids arrived to help me into my dress, which I hadn’t seen yet, I was practically bouncing with impatience. The dress was a masterpiece, a blend of the best of everything. It was white—probably the only white garment in the Wrath kingdom—but black on the inside. The long sleeves covered my arms, while the neckline showcased just enough of my cleavage. It fit perfectly around my waist, and the bottom of the dress brushed the ground elegantly. The black fabric was hidden, but it would be visible to Sam when he took it off me later—my dark side, hidden from plain sight.

Alexis. The funeral was too formal. Media cameras clicked everywhere, flashing like this was some goddamn red carpet. Strangers hovered around, whispering and sobbing. Some woman I didn’t recognize bawled harder than anyone. I didn’t care because I wasn’t here to mourn that b!tch. I was here to look fashionably happy she's dead. My black Alexander McQueen dress fit perfectly. It had a high neck and long sleeves. The Christian Louboutins clicked softly as I walked. Sierra went with a simple pencil skirt, fitting dark top and Ray-Bans that gave her that, don’t mess with me edge.

Maia added unprompted, "but she just moved here and doesn't have a proper outfit. I know it's on short notice but I was hoping you had something for her." The associate nodded and led me in front of a row of mirrors. She had me feeling like a runway model with all of the outfits she had me try on. Finally, after experimenting with twenty different costumes, we all decided on one. Despite my discomfort towards this whole experience, even I had to admit, the gown was stunning. It was what they called a 'cocktail dress,' and it was all black, with a ribbon of lace that ran along my collarbone. Gold chains were used as straps for the dress, and similar golden accents also were stitched along my