Padme Amidala Dresses Novels & Stories

"I don't mind the visit but know that I won't change my mind." I nodded in comprehension. The movement of a familiar silhouette walking through the restaurant's door captured my attention. I focused my line of sight on her and groaned in exasperation. My day couldn't get worse. Having to sit near Sebastian for more than an hour and praying not to poke his eyes out was exhausting. Pollen waved at someone in the room before her eyes fell on me. She was wearing a black strapless dress and low heels. The clicking of her heels echoed as she made her way to us.

She was wearing a beautiful white dress that stopped above her knees, its straps sleeveless with a V shape at the front and the back, with a white belt after the V and then a wild skirt. With white strap heel, she looked so beautiful. Looking in the mirror I could now stand with confidence and tell the world that am beautiful, I don't think there's any fault in admiring my beauty. But though all that is there, my heart was tightened in nervousness and the palms of my hands were starting to sweat. I couldn't why of all times it was now am being nervous. It's now am starting to see the future that am heading for, the mental peace that I had always yearned was also starting to appear.

Amelia's eyes moved between Rey and the contents of the package on the floor and after about a minute, she knelt on the floor beside it. "Rey..." Her voice faded. She lifted up the golden dress on the floor. It was a corset dress, the top was designed with golden stones and the lower part was made from a satin material. The back of the dress was curved and exposed, with some shiny glitters all over it. Amelia looked up at Rey. "It's just a birthday party." She mumbled. Her eyes were teary as she had only seen such a dress in movies, she never knew they actually existed.

Taking one earbud out, she asked, "Did you want something?" Lucas laughed aloud at that, brought his chair over and picked the box up, set it on the bed and sat back down. "Quite. Open the box." Amara gave him a dubious look, but eventually opened the box. When she saw the dress inside, she couldn't keep her contemptible mask up and stared. It was a sleeveless white gown, the skirt made up of large petals fading to a sparkling black. She put the lid back on and looked at Lucas, silently demanding an answer.

I gave them confirmation, and then she dragged an iron cloth hanger of some sort with multiple clothes hung on it into my room. “My lady, Alpha Drax sent all these, and also a stylist for you.” I looked at Nemona in disbelief, then the stylist and finally the dresses. “Alpha Drax sent all this for me?” “Yes my lady.” “Why?” I asked. “For your meeting later with the elders,” Nemona responded. Ohh, I nearly forgot about that. “Come on now my lady, we better get you ready. I am Pamela by name, I personally made all these outfits you see.” She said with a proud look.

And as she looked into the flickering flames, Amira felt a sense of contentment that she had never felt before. Amira's dress was a vision of beauty, a perfect reflection of the joy and hope that she felt. The dress was made of the finest silk, and it was adorned with intricate floral designs. The patterns were so lifelike that it seemed as if the flowers were blooming right on the fabric. The dress flowed around her body, gently moving with the breeze. It was a work of art, a masterpiece of fashion and design. And as Amira stood there, she felt like she was wearing a dress that was fit for a queen.

Her room was chaos—fabric, heels, and makeup scattered like a hurricane had hit. She blinked, then grinned. “You? Want a dress? Who are you and what have you done with the real Terra?” I rolled my eyes. “Just help me. Please.” Her smile faltered slightly, curiosity taking over. “Does this have to do with Damian?” I didn’t answer. She already knew. Everyone did. Criselda turned toward her closet and pulled out a dress that shimmered like starlight—midnight black, fitted, deadly beautiful. “This,” she said, holding it out, “will break necks.”

I might not go as far as Ryōta did, but I will do what I can to keep boys away from them. “Is everyone ready?” Riko’s voice pulled me out of my worries about the future. I turned my head, and damn, my heart started to beat out of my chest, and I felt my breath lock up in my lungs. This woman is hands down the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. She’d chosen to dress up like Padme from Clone Wars in the golden with pink flower embroidered off-shoulder gown and the half updo style.

Her breathing began to relax and her bad day turned into a rainbow sprinkled one. Andromeda’s Point of View I abruptly stood up and began hovering through my clothes. I don’t own many dresses and the very few that are in great condition was given by either Emerald or Miss Roselle. There were white short dresses, some peach and turquoise ones, however, I opted for a cream see-through dress. It was showered with big and gold glitters, and has two slits that exposes the legs too much. The cleavage area was also visible as it has a deep v-neckline that reaches up to the upper part of the belly button.

Music can be heard from the entrance of the hall, the DJ playing halloween themed songs like thriller and bury a friend while mixing it with disco tunes. Since it's Halloween, Victory had chosen to go as Queen Amidala, adopting the character's kimono-like outfit when the queen visited Senator Palpatine's apartment on Coruscant. To attain a similar look, Victory had chosen to wear a kimono, a t-shaped, wrapped front garment with square sleeves and a rectangular body. The lilac outfit is made out of silk and had an intricate weave drawn onto the fabric that shimmers under the light.