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Some of the fabric of the bodice of my pretty silver dress has also been melted away. She stalks backwards and away from me as I approach, still staring wide-eyed at the burn on my special dress caused by the box iron. The medal for the most clumsy human to walk the earth will go to her, Tara Darlington, without effort. This is the dress Jacob will see me wearing and desire me. The royal tailor made it perfectly for this day and for me to hex my Alpha's eyes alone. Now it's gone. Few hours to his return and I have no clothes to wear.

I wonder what would happen if mom was still alive. After a week A week pass in the blink of the eye. Today is the day of the party. I am excited but same time I am quite scared. I hope I won’t screw up anything. The dress were sent a few days ago. It is my first time wearing a fancy dress. In the past I wear only old and torn dresses of my older sister. There must be many important guest will come at this party. The party will held at evening at Mr. Divon's residence. In the afternoon Alex told me to get ready . Then I wear that dress. Now it fits perfectly. Wearing this dress with matching jewellery is really beautiful. After that I do my hair in a little stylish messy bun. I have been lea

I hopped on my driver's seat then Carly hopped on the passenger's seat and we where off to the pack mall, straight away Carly dragged me to a dress shop "I thought maybe we could just chill at a coffee shop and-" "No way! In two weeks we would be surrounded by alpha, betas and gammas from the nearby pack and I know for a fact that we are going to find our mates and we have to impress them Wi" I sighed defeated "fine I mean a dress wont hurt" we went through every dress in the shop and finally i landed my eyes on a nude cocktail dress which reached midway and had spaghetti straps,"tou have to fit it, its gorgeous" said Carly, I quickly ran to the changing room and putted it on then went back

Ohhh, there's a tiny letter. 'Good morning beautiful, I know you're bored inside the house. Don't worry, we are going to have fun tonight. Wear this cute Jasmine costume, okay? I'll be really sad if you don't wear it. x Aladdin' So he was the one that sent this. Not a total shocker there. He is really serious about this whole going out with costumes thingy. To think we're not even kids anymore. Whatever. Do I really have to wear this? It's too sexy and my bruises can be seen so I'll have to cover it up with concealers again.

I breathed in deeply wondering who this mysterious person was and why he had graduated to sending me clothes. I opened the last package which was bigger than the other three, and gasped as I brought out the dress. My mouth practically dropped open when I saw how beautiful it was. It was long, silky and red. A shiver of excitement went through me as I continued gaping at it. There were also a pair of shoes in nude colour, complete with a nude clutch purse. I took my eyes away from it for a second and noticed nestled amongst the rose petals in the box, was a card. With shaky fingers, I brought it out and opened it. If you chose this dress, then you're in for a night of passion. Wear it when co

he says, his voice filled with a touch of mystery. I take the parcel from him, my hands trembling with excitement. As I carefully unwrap it, my heart races with anticipation. Inside, I find a stunning dress, its fabric shimmering under the soft glow of the room. A note accompanies it, and I quickly unfold it, my eyes scanning the words. "Wear this dress and come to me for a surprise date," the note reads. "I'll be waiting for you." A surge of excitement courses through my veins as I read those words. Is this the surprise Devon was talking about? I can't believe what I'm reading. Grinning excitedly, I rush to my room to get changed.

On its surface, a dazzling array of accessories awaited: sparkling tiaras, delicate necklaces, and colorful hair clips shaped like butterflies and unicorns. "Wow, Chloe," I breathed, feeling an involuntary smile spread across my face. "This is amazing! It's like your own little princess palace." Chloe twirled excitedly, her eyes shining with pride. "This is my dress-up closet! Daddy says I get to be whoever I want to be in here." She ran to the shelves, her tiny fingers trailing over the colorful fabric. "Look, Amelia! This is my favorite dress. It's Cinderella's ball gown!"

“Come on. You’re not getting out of this.” “Out of what?” “A day with me.” * * Ten minutes later, I found myself standing barefoot in a room I hadn’t even known existed – round walls, ivy curling through the windows, and dozens of vintage dresses hanging from golden racks that looked like they’d been pulled from a storybook. A fairytale more like. Whoa. “My mother’s old collection,” Olivia explained, already sliding a dark red gown off its hanger and holding it up to my body. “She used to wear this one for council dinners. Too bold for me, but it might work on you.”

“Lila I called because I need your help.” I explained the situation as quickly as I could. The dinner. The possible Kristoff appearance. The need for a dress. Lila groaned in sympathy. “I wish I could help in person,” she said. “But I can’t get off work. You’ll be fine though. Try Mirabelle’s on 7th…they have gorgeous dresses and casuals too and they don’t cost your soul.” I thanked her and was about to hang up when she suddenly said, “Wait, Annalyn.”

“I’m very go‌od, ba‍by. Guess what—‌I got you somet​h⁠ing​.” H‌e he‍ld up a s‍leek Zara shopping bag. I⁠nside it was a⁠ red dress—sho‍rt, fi‌tted, covered in crystal-l‍ike stones. “Wow,” I‌ breathed‌. “This‌… thi‌s l‍ooks⁠ b​e‌aut‌iful. Is this⁠ because of what you read in my diary?​” “Shhhh,” he h‍ushed,‌ stepping clo​ser. “Go try it on​. I’m taking you on a d‌inne​r d‌ate tonight.⁠ Alright?”