Nagisa Dress Novels & Stories

she agreed. Nina allowed Ella to spread her magic while she relaxed. "You are ready" Ella declared proudly. Nina opened her eyes and looked at the beautiful woman looking back at her. The woman in the mirror looked more convenient and mature than ever. Nina is dressed up in a beautiful red off shoulder dress which is hugging her frame like a second skin. The dress reached past her toes. It hugged her frame till her knees before elegantly flaring down to her toes. Her shapely shoulders are on display. Her makeup is light and to the point. But Ella opted for a cherry red lipstick, emphasizing Nina's bow shaped lips lips. Her hair is combed to a side and is flowing down her back till her waist.

My face looked full of life, no hints of my limited sleep and recent stress. Torvi helped me put the dress on we purchased earlier. It was a beautiful royal blue with sparkling silver trim down the left side. The boots I wore were the only part of my outfit that felt normal. Sage had urged (with Torvi) that I wear a more ‘wolfish’ dress. From what I gathered, it just meant more confident with less fabric. I was always dressing to hide myself, slowly coming into my confidence I had stepped it up slightly. “You look beautiful.” Jasmine admired walking back into the room. “I am glad Niko won’t see you until later.” She spoke while laughing at my confused expression. “He’s going to want to wolf-

I give a small smile back and follow Nadia up. Nadia brings out her dress, a beautiful black spaghetti strap dress, form fitting in all the right places and with a slit which reaches her mid-thigh. The dress is longer than mine as it almost reaches her ankles, just short enough to show her beautiful matching heels. “Wow Nadia, you look absolutely gorgeous!” she giggles as she continues to do her hair and makeup. I head to the bathroom to slip out of my plain whites and slip into the black lacey body I have purchased today. Luckily, it is also completely open in the back, so there won’t be any underwear showing. After having put on the body I slip on my dress, showing all my curves in this dr

Delia said, bowing her head with a big, dark garment bag held up above her head. Amani unzipped the garment bag and presented the dress with a flourish. Naomi eyed the blood-red dress, with its armored, deep-cut bodice, sleeves that widened from the elbow, and flowing skirt. She concluded that despite all her many, many flaws, Nerina had good taste. She merely nodded her head for them to dress her and went back to her thoughts. 'If I marry Daegal, then I'll surely bring this continent to ruin. Who knows what they have planned? But if I don't, then I may never see Nezetta again. Oh God...'

“Oh freaking goodness, Dora! Look how beautiful you look! Fuck!” Isadora turned to the mirror and froze. She barely recognized the woman staring back. She was wearing the vibrant red dress that screamed for attention. It had no sleeves, showing off her smooth shoulders, and the fabric hugged every single curve of her body perfectly. The dress flowed down to her feet, but a dangerously high slit ran up her thigh, showing off her long, shimmering legs. Every time she moved, the fabric seemed to glow under the light. Mitchell looked just as stunning in a sleek black dress. It had thin spaghetti straps and a low-back design that made her look sophisticated and edgy. The dark fabric made her skin

I was putting on a yellow thigh length dress ( if you can even call it that) that had an open back; the dress, held onto every curve making me look like a hooker of some sort; I think the type that does home service, where you'd pay a lot of money on them, yeah that type. Nifise being the daughter of a well known fashion designer, chose this dress, saying something about my color popping, I wasn't really paying attention. The girl is talented I tell you,she made us all up, we look like we're going g for a photoshoot or something really important when in reality, we're going to drink our stress away. "No you're not, there's nothing wrong with what you're wearing bitch, grab your things we're

She was too eager to see how the dress turned out. Throughout the journey, Alesya couldn't stop smiling. She was genuinely thrilled with her creation, unaware that Nicholas was deeply concerned about her current situation. "Is this my dress?" Alesya covered her mouth, her eyes glistening with tears as she looked at the gown before her. It was a silver strapless gown with a column cut, featuring layers of tulle fabric and a wrap detail on the corset. The bottom of the dress was not overly voluminous, giving it a simple yet elegant look.

I don't want to ruin the night. As to what that anonymous guy instructed in the letter. I wore my navy blue tube dress with a pretty necklace that has a V pendant on it. I also covered my bruises with concealers and I finished about almost an hour covering it all up because its all over my body now and it even got bigger than before. If this was normal, I would've looked like a battered daughter because of the bruises I have in my body. Thankfully that's not the case. "Hey, are you nervous?" I heard Mal asking me. I was thinking too much I didn't even notice we'd arrived at the grand theatre.

"This dress is called 'the Mermaid Princess,' and is the work of a talented fashion designer named Mr. Lucas. He's my personal hero. There are ninety-nine sapphires sewn onto this masterpiece, and the design itself is worth millions. The dress has been on display at a museum all this while, and there is no other dress like this in the whole world." Serena grinned triumphantly when she heard this. "Do you hear that? There are no two dresses like this in the whole world, so one of you must be wearing a fake. Teresa is a celebrity, so surely she must've gotten her dress from the proper source. How are you going to explain yourself?" The truth was, Nancy did not know how to explain herself eithe

Clara massages soothing oils into my scalp, her fingers gentle and rhythmic, untangling the knots in my hair. Once the bath is over, they wrap me in a thick, plush towel and lead me to a dressing area. There, Marta hands me a sage green silk corset dress, its fabric shimmering softly under the light. The dress in an elegant but constricting outfit, befitting the role Sirius has assigned to me. As Marta tightens the corset, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The sage green fabric hugs my curves, the fitted bodice cinching my waist and emphasizing my figure. The color brings out the warmth in my eyes and the glow in my complexion.