Padme Amidala Dresses Romane & Geschichten

My touch awakens the sensation of his hands on my breasts, and all over my body, smooching me to filth. Snapping off the wild memories, I dab my body with the bath towel and wriggle the excess water from my hair before running the hand dryer through it. Next, I search for something casual but nice enough. Settling for a white dress with peplum and a purple rose, I strap the belt around my waist and secure it behind my back. My door opens, and Amelia walks in. She's looking beautiful. Her hair is styled with flowered clips, and in an elegant floral gown.

Selina added Amira walks out of the bathroom and Selina hands her the towel with which she dries her body with and she seemed to eager to see the gown which was made for. Just as Selina had described it, it really befits a princess. It was so beautiful and she was happy deep down that Selina's words may not be far from the truth and she wanted it to be so. She couldn't wait to put in the dress that was made specifically for her. Selena watched her as she admired the fabric and held onto it like she'd seen diamonds. She must be really happy was all the could come to the maids mind.

A quiet space carved out of the chaos. Amara sat beside Damian, still in her floor-length gown, the silver embroidery catching the faint glow of the streetlights. A few curls had escaped her elaborate hairstyle, a single strand falling over her shoulder, a soft defiance against the formal elegance of the night. She looked like a woman who had just stepped off a throne, weary from battle but victorious.

He then scratches his head and looks at Amelia. “Yes, baby?” Ulie awkwardly asked. “Stop drooling at mommy and look at me, Daddy. How do I look?” Amelia said while she turns around to have a better look at her dress. Amelia and I were wearing a Rajo Laurel royal blue one-shoulder dress. The dress has a navy and nude floral embroidered one-shoulder sleeveless bodice, sweetheart neckline, and embellished details. It's a floor-length fitted skirt with a slightly flared end.

Truthfully, I wasn’t noticing anything from anyone, and the second I laid eyes on Amelia and her whole attire, that only worsened. The dress truly was a thing of beauty. A floor-length gown in a deep shade of crimson that almost shimmered under the right lighting. It was beautifully structured, with a sweetheart neckline dipped into intricate pleats across the bodice, accentuating her regained toned figure. Small cut-outs just below her chest added a daring but elegantly tasteful touch, revealing but a hint of skin.

"Are you sure I'm going to wear a dress like this for tomorrow's event?" Pandora looked at herself in the mirror, taking in her appearance in an embroidered lace dress with sleeves that came up to her elbows. While the chest towards the hips all perfectly traced the curves of her body, especially the stomach that protruded slightly forward, the front of the dress was also above the knee length and the back side dangled slightly touching the floor.

~Adriana POV~ “You chose this?” I ask, my hand running along the soft silky fabric of the gold dress. It’s stunning and simple. The sheath dress has wide straps and a square neckline, where it will be more snug on my breast. It tapers open around my true waist where chiffon falls in uneven strips over the lower half of the gown, giving it a royal punk princess look. “Is it… do you not like it?” Liam asks, sounding so unsure of himself.