Nami Dressrosa Novels & Stories

"It's fine. She did it better than I ever could." "You know that's a lie." "I do. But let's pretend it's the truth." We both burst out laughing at that and then, she handed my dress to me. It was purple this time– to denote royalty– and it stopped just above my knees. The neck was deeply cut to show enough cleavage and the sleeves were made with net. "This is basically a night dress." I said with a frown and Rosy laughed. "Don't be so dramatic. You're only saying this because the groom is not Asher."

She lowered her hand and clenched the dress’s fabric in her fists. A few minutes later, Yasmine and Rosie emerged. Yasmine changed into a yellow dress that fitted to her curves. While it was form-fitting, it was the most modest of the dresses the girls currently wore, covering most of her skin. Rosie had picked a soft pink dress that flared out like a tutu. It certainly matched her personality. She spun around in it, trying to imitate a ballerina but failed to execute any kind of move to resemble a dancer.

Dropping the bomb, the man went ahead with his work. Nora sucked in a sharp, trembling breath when she heard him. He sold this place, which once used to be their love nest. From this alone, she could deduce how disappointed he was with her. --- It was the night of the banquet. Nora washed up and tried the dress in front of the mirror. It was an off-shoulder sweetheart mini dress with tulle and floral details. The color combination of pastel pink and blue complimented her skin tone very well, enhancing her youthful appearance.

All three dresses a beautiful blush pink color. "Your turn," Serafina pulled Nicole up, as she gave them a soft smile, allowing them to lift her up. Nicole wore a strapless and backless white bra with matching panties as they helped her to get fitted into her dress. Careful with the material before she pulled her arms through the sleeves, Alexis and Angelica getting behind her to button it while Serafina helped her settle the front as Rosalie watched with a broad smile, tears welling in her eyes as she laughed at the sight before her.

“Uh, yes. We’re planning to expand the foundation’s outreach programs, focusing on education and healthcare for underprivileged communities. The investor, a brief man with bare hair neatly dressed in a black tuxedo raised an eyebrow, nodding his head clearly interested. “I would really love to be a part of this,” Mr Luca replied cheerfully. Iris forced another smile, this time trying to be happy. Mrs Rose appeared in a Soft blush pink floor-length gown with a fitted bodice and a flowing A-line skirt. A luxurious combination of silk chiffon and tulle. The dress features intricate lace embroidery and delicate beadwork that cascades down the skirt. The bodice has a deep V-neckline and cap sleev

The black cocktail dress stopped exactly below my knees and it hugged my curves nicely, I added a black jacket to make it look more professional. Combing my hair back, I pulled it into a tight ponytail and, added a simple pink lip gross. I couldn’t help but stare at my self in the mirror, I had never dressed up this good and of class. It felt so good. I remembered the day that Rebecca bought me this dress, I kept saying no to her but she insisted telling me that I will need it one day. And that one day turned out to be today, I grabbed the black heels and the designer handbag, placing all that I needed in the bag. I walked out of the apartment, while I was hailing a cab I realised that I had

Her hair, left open, was styled into soft, cascading curls, and her enchanting makeup enhanced her already captivating beauty. Nami, on the other hand, opted for a white, sleeveless maxi dress with a halter neck. She preferred longer dresses, and this one suited her beautifully. Her hair, like Emma's, cascaded down her back, and a subtle nude makeup look accentuated her lovely features. The two friends looked positively stunning after their transformations, and together, they set out for the restaurant in Emma's car. Emma took the driver's seat, and Nami sat in the front passenger seat. The radio was their companion on the journey, and they laughed, sang, and danced along to the tunes. The r

“Black and navy would clash.” “You look really nice, Tatum.” Rose says and I shoot her an appreciative smile. “Thanks Rose, you do too.” She really does. She straightened her hair and added in a few thin long braids for texture. Her pale pink dress is flowy and tiered, hiding her frame from view, but she somehow looks petite and fit. She looks soft and inviting, like a rose.

As Rose went inside the closet and close the door, his expression again changed into solemn. He looked around the room and felt a sharp pain in his heart. Though he came to spend some time here alone, only at the grave of his mother, he never wanted to step in this house. Rose got changed in the change room of the closet and glance at herself in the mirror. A top-end, long, boat-neck, sleeveless white party gown is perfectly fitting at her perfect hour-glass figure. "Not bad, little Alex has a wonderful taste in women's clothing." Rose mumbles.