Mettaton Dress Novels & Stories

The saleswoman took one look at me—mousy haircut, dowdy clothes, nervous demeanor—and her smile became professionally distant. "Can I help you?" She said it like she was really asking, "Are you sure you're in the right store?" "I need a dress for the Met Gala tomorrow night." I held up Damien's black card. "My husband said to get whatever I need." Her expression shifted immediately, her eyes fixing on the Centurion card like a heat-seeking missile. "Of course! Right this way. We have several pieces that would be perfect for such an important event." She led me to a section of the store filled with gowns that probably cost more than most people's cars. I touched the fabrics—silk, satin, delic

I explained, “His business partners will be in town, and I think we’re discussing the impact this case has on PPS.” “You should try this on.” Jen lifted the bottom of the dress to examine the beadwork. “It would look nice on you.” “Me?” I tried to imagine myself in it. The front fell into a low V and the back was laced with a long red ribbon, like a corset. I did like the color and the fabric. And I needed a new dress for Mackenzie’s party. “You’d look great in it,” Roman said. “You should wear it to his meeting.” She put air quotes with curled fingers around the word. “It would blow him away.”

“7:15. You missed supper, but Dom said they would get you food when you leave.” If I even eat at all… “I can’t believe I slept that long.” I watched as Brittany laid out four different dresses on the bed. They were all vastly different. My eyes was drawn to the black dress. It had a built-in choker of diamonds. The straps were also diamonds that lead to a deep V neckline. In the middle of the choker was a single string of diamonds that ran to the bottom of the V. It ended right below where my boobs should be. The whole thing was fitted but the left side had diamond straps starting from my hip to my mid thigh, exposing my whole left thigh. The back was completely open to my ass. Brittany watc

The Gala for the Metropolitan Opera is the biggest event of the season. I’m standing in front of the full-length mirror in the dressing room. Dominik chose the dress. He didn't go for his usual black or red. He chose gold. It’s a floor-length gown made of liquid metallic fabric that clings to every curve like a second skin. It has long sleeves, a high neck, and a back that plunges dangerously low. It looks regal. It screams money. My reflection looks stunning. I look like a trophy polished to a high shine.

"That's great for us. Because you are coming with me and you are wearing the butter yellow dress." The butter yellow dress was Antonia's masterpiece. Three months she had spent on it, cutting and re-cutting the pattern until the drape sat exactly right, choosing a shade of yellow that glowed warm against brown skin without washing it out. She had made it for her brand's debut collection but hadn't found the right moment to debut it publicly. I had tried it on once in her apartment and she had stood behind me in the mirror with her hand over her mouth like she was witnessing something sacred. "Antonia, I don't want to go to a gala."

Miatta It was beautiful, fit for a queen in fact. The dress was a lavender satin affair, its long sleeves light and warm. It was decorated with white lacy designs that started from the waistline and ran down to the hem that almost swept the floor. The smooth texture of the dress reminded me of a similar one my mother loved to wear at festivals. But she was Luna and deserved such beautiful things, not I, who had been reduced to a mere slave. “Miatta, do you. . . is it not to your liking?” Lucas inquired, worry furrowing his brows.

She really has magic in her hands. "Now it's time to get dressed now." Saying that Betina slowly and carefully takes my dress out of the cover. It's a beautiful white off-shoulder satin embroidered gown. The design is done with golden ornaments. Giving the dress a beautiful glow. It puffed out slightly from my waist and then flowed to the ground. The designer did an incredible job. After changing my undergarments I come out of the bathroom and Betina along with Sarah helps me to put the dress on. Once the dress is pulled down with everything in place. She zips it up from behind.

“Come on, Antonella, open that box already. I want to see what’s inside.” Antonella walked over to the bed and opened the box slowly. She feared what she would find inside and wondered how Benjamim had known her exact size. When her eyes fell on the dress, she nearly cried. She reviewed it from top to bottom, holding it in her hands and feeling its fine, soft fabric. It was a cream color, almost white, long, with thin straps and a bit of sparkle spread across it. It was the most beautiful dress Antonella had ever seen in her life. She stood there for a long time, admiring it, without being able to say a word.

Isa was behind me all through grabbing anything I did and offering to do them till she finally gave up and assisted me instead. People started to arrive at the pack house In beautiful attires and cars. Wow, it’s really a big occasion here in Scarlet. I am starting to look odd here so I went in to get dressed. It is really hard to choose from the really hot dresses in front of me. One is a long gold-colored strapless gown with an open that stopped at mid-thigh. The second one is a cream-colored flower design free flawed, dress with a tiny hand that stops right under my kneel and the last one is a black huggy dress that stops right before my knee, I fell in love at the first sight and right th

He didn't want anybody invading his and Mira's privacy of end up disrupting them. After she finished bathing, the dress was already placed on the bed Just waiting for her. looking at the dress, she admired it. It was a navy blue sleeveless dress with a sweetheart neckline. Whoever ordered it had a good sense of fashion. Ofcourse that was definitely Tim and his dressing was something even some renown models in the country could not pull off.