Padme Amidala Dresses Novels & Stories

AMERIE "What do you think about this, Amy?" Luna Isabel walked closer with a red dress in her hands. It was a long lace dress with short arms, and even though it was red, it didn't look bold or intimidating at all. It's more of a sweet, red long dress. "That looks good, Luna. But don't you think I have enough dresses already?" And clothes, as we had bought two jeans, five shirts, and three sets of pajamas. Also, we had already secured three dresses. These were definitely more than enough during a month's stay here.

Adara said emotionally. “That’s not all dear, I also kept your mother’s wedding dress, glad I did now!” Claire smoothed her dress down and tried to keep her emotions in check. “My mother’s dress …” Adara had new tears threatening to spill over her eyelids as she watched Claire. Claire took the dress from the bed and unzipped the protective cover. Adara gasped. It was a beautiful off-white mermaid style dress with a scooped neck and a tulle train with beading down to the hem. The see-through long sleeves and upper bodice were embroidered too. The back of the dress had buttons and was also embroidered. It was the most beautiful dress Adara had ever seen.

Seriously? No, it wasn’t any dress. It was a simple white cotton dress, a nightgown, one meant for older women. Obviously, any age woman could wear them, but Amira preferred shorter, sexier outfits. Her gaze flicked to Evander, and she figured the man must have given Rhys this clothing.

asked Zed "Just an opinion on the dress I paid for." said the lady "What a dress ?" asked Zed The woman unbuttoned the pajamas. "But...but..but what are you doing it's not real damn it" grumbled Zed "Shuuuut! The lady whispered. I just want you to tell me if it suits me or not." said the lady Then she dropped the pajamas. She had on a clingy satin dress that outlined her silhouette. It was so short that it slightly reached the knees. Zed felt like he was living a nightmare….

She wasn’t wearing any make-up nor any jewelry – making her simple yet sexy. Tamara, on the other hand, was wearing a midnight blue halter dress with diamonds around its waist. She matched it with a black three-inched T-strap pointed heeled shoe. Her hair was braided in a side pony style tied in a black ribbon. Like Shahara, she wasn’t wearing any make-up or jewelry. She couldn’t wear her gift to her, though – it didn’t match her look – even though she wanted to always wear it. “Are you okay, ladies?” Aunt Rania warmly looked sideways to check on her and Shahara.

Amoli's Pov.:- I got ready in beautiful black grey long dress.. my panda is also looking beautiful in her cream coloured short dress. My dress has side cut from my upper thigh to the end of the gown .the complete lower portion is complete black while upper region of my dress is grey with white in colour and it has embroidery work over it .. it's one sided shoulder dress . I touch up my makeup again ... " Your looking so beautiful moo ... " Vahini said to me ...

she instructed. One of the attendants helped me into the dress. The fabric was heavy but luxurious as every stich caught the light with every move. I stepped back onto the pedestal, and both Zelda and Lady Amara gasped softly. “Now this,” Lady Amara said, clapping her hands together, “is a dress worthy of a King's Luna.” Zelda nodded approvingly. “It’s bold, commanding, and regal. Exactly what you need.” I turned to look at myself in the mirror. The dress was stunning, no doubt, but it felt unfamiliar. Like I was wearing someone else’s skin.

Astrid called up for me now. “There you are dear! Come on you know we will be late if you don’t hurry and her highness does not appreciate poor punctuality. You scrub up well though, truly beautiful indeed”. I curtseyed and thanked my mother for the compliment. “Thank you ma, Carmel picked out the dress” I replied. I hated wearing dresses, I was much happier in pants, but it was just another thing to be frowned upon for. The dress was a deep purple, to compliment my hair, and it was embellished with a silver embroidery, a pattern of roses, thorns, stars and half-moons. It was lovely, it cinched in at the waist and flared out slightly towards the hem, it had a sweetheart neckline which showed

I respond pulling out a gold dress and gently placing it on the couch. Amelia comes to my side and inspects the dress, "You have good taste. Unlike the other putes that he usually brings, different one each event and they act like they're 'all it'? You youngsters say?" *Wh*res* For the next ten minutes we walk arojdn in silence looking for something that would look good on me. Five dresses later I'm standing on the plinth looking at myself in the mirror, the dress I have on is silver. It hugs my curves perfectly, open back, deep V-line that ends at my belly button, it goes down mid-thigh and has thin spaghetti straps.