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“You look….” I could feel his heart pounding as he pulled me against him. “Use your words…” I teased as my finger traced his beard. “Do not mess her makeup up!” Brett snapped. “It took me a solid hour to get it right.” Maddox growled and planted one on me anyway. She was wearing a marron velvet dress, with a sweetheart neckline and little pieces of fabric that hung off her arm. We had to be careful that my dress didn’t snag hers.

Although the gallery has been renovated a number of times but it still displays the lavish heritage of Milan. Riccardo was sitting near the changing area on a sofa and working on his phone, while Avery searched the whole mall and settled on a few dresses. The first was a black body hugging dress with a typical square neck and medium length. The other was mahroon and more of a frock style, still the color suits her much so she finaled it. Avery tried the first dress and walked out of the changing room. "Wow! Ma'am it looks so good on you!" Said the sales woman who was helping her.

She gestures to me, "She needs a dress. The theme is gold. What can you do for us?" The first dress I try on is a showstopper. It's a turtleneck dress with gold sequins. I look in the mirror and I think it's perfect for the occasion. I can tell she likes it too, because she tells them to wrap it up. At the counter, my eyes bulge out of my skull when we're told the price. Antonia hands her a credit card. "Devon is taking care of it."

“Change quickly, and then sit down. I’ll get the supplies.” I took the dress from Bell’s hands, my fingers brushing against the smooth fabric. As I unfolded it, a sense of dread settled over me. The dress was a deep red, satin, and sleek, but it was far more revealing than anything I had ever worn. The neckline dipped low, exposing more cleavage than I was comfortable with, and the hemline was high, stopping just above my knee, leaving most of my thighs bare.

There were quite a few dresses in the wardrobe that Charlotte usually felt embarrassed to touch, after all, each one of them looked expensive. Charlotte had chosen a white, waist-cinching midi dress with three-quarter sleeves. The dress was a new summer release from Brand A, featuring a faux belt design around the waist. The belt was adorned with floating camellia embroidery, making her waist look even smaller and more delicate.

I feel a trace of longing in her voice. Is Easton really obsessed with Cady so much? I feel a sharp pain in my heart, like a wasp sting. I casually put on another dress and slouch out of the fitting room but to be greeted by Sadie "That's it! My gosh! This dress was born for you." Then I look in the mirror. It's a deep purple dress that reached the floor, this colour will be more glamorous in the evening light. A diamond sash from the front to the bareback seduced the imagination, while the waist was drawn in, making me slim and mysterious.

Fiona’s POV I looked so good! Mitt had bought me an amazing dress for the night of the party. It was tight and magenta. It dipped low in the back and had a slit that had four rows of diamonds connecting the slit. I felt luxurious and beautiful. “Wow you are stunning,” Mitt smiled when I stepped out of the bathroom. “You are a vision.” “You think?” I smiled happily. “I know so. I wish I could be there with you tonight.”

Nevertheless, I took out one by one dress from the suitcase; in a search of finding one simple dress. Dresses went by went, but nothing is simple in there, they are high classed and elegant, not made up for a teenage party. Still, I didn't lose hope, and finally, I got a perfect dress for me, which was resting on the corner side of a suitcase in a folded state. That dress which completely changed my mood is something else! I mean it is a mustard colour dress that would be reaching on my knees, strapless, and a neck design anyone would die for! Yes. Everything is settled now.

Red couches are arranged neatly everywhere, and the curtains are also red. My eyes fall on the dresses lying on the bed, one blue, the other a soft pink dinner gown. Trietan’s mother turns to me, “Dinner is starting in the next few minutes, and I'm having trouble choosing the right dress. Can you help me?” She lifts the blue dress. It’s a long gown that flows below the knees, with lace on the front chest, is sleeveless, and has a simple design. “I think this one is better, but it’s too simple. The other one looks exaggerated with so many beads and all.”

Anita sighed. "Okay, just a peek!" Nana Francesca spoke. "It will only take a sec." She was already pulling me foward. She let go of my hand and excitedly walked to the closet. She came back with a yellow number on a hanger. I stared at the beautiful dress. It looked obviously expensive. It was completely breath taking. Like a real life princess dress. It was a strapless canary yellow gown with a full skirt and some gold details on the top. The kind of dress that is meant to be a show stopper. The kind of dress a luna should wear, I guess.