Padme Amidala White Outfit Novels & Stories

“ Looking at your expression , I see that you like the way I decorated the place . “ said Amra . “ Amra ? “ said Ayla surprised when she saw her in front of herself . “ Welcome ! What do you think ‘ “ asked Amra with a proud expression . “ ….I am speechless . Everything is so beautiful that is hard for me to describe it in words . You look breathtaking as well Amra . Happy birthday ! “ said Ayla with her thumb up . “ Ha ha ha ha ! Thank you . “ said Amra then looked at Ayla’s dress . Just like her character , Ayla was wearing a plain white dress with just a purple butterfly as a decoration on her chest and a bit of purple colour at the end .

She laughed, "I changed my mind!" Faricenda opposed again. "I never knew she is so stubborn…" They both turned on hearing the huff and Dama walked closer to them, Dama was putting on an ash-silvered coloured gown which obviously made her look like a gangster's queen. "Oh my Dama!" Princess Faricenda exclaimed unbelievably, "I never knew you wore these things." She laughed. "I look horrible right?" Dama whispered, finding it difficult to walk well - obviously, she was forced to wear it,

" He's Scott-Roberts and he has his ways, " " Babe, I gotta go, " Padma whined as Finn kept pecking her lips. She had been consumed with work and following up with the private investigator that she barely had time for him. She was always exhausted from work. Padma was adorned in a red deep V long sleeve bodysuit, paired with black leather pants and long high heeled Louis vuitton boots. She looked gorgeous! "But babe..." Finn whispered trailing kisses down her neck making her moan. He knew what he was doing was working. He cupped her ass slightly pulling her closer to him. He wanted her to beg for him, and at this moment, he could see she was horny.

Sharmaine opened her eyes, the surrounding space was as red as blood, she slowly followed the path of wisteria flowers, her bare feet covered in blood. She walked towards the giant wisteria tree in the distance, the petals carrying blood, Sharmaine walked more and more difficult but she kept moving forward. In the golden cage, Pandora wears a pure white dress, her arm covered in blood is holding roses. Pandora looked in Sharmaine's direction, her eyes filled with pain and helplessness. Two people are mother and daughter together, two people together want to have a free life.

"You are right, son." "Babe, I got an offer to shoot a maternity fashion catalog and advertisement and the main color is white," said Lea happily. She stroked the white kimono she was wearing under the apron. "This kimono is beautiful and fits me perfectly. Thanks, babe, I'll wear it for the shoot." Jayden was stunned. "You... like it?" "Absolutely. It's pretty, comfortable, and fits me perfectly. White makes me look bright." "But last night--"

I smirked, clearing my throat, and they opened the door for me. “Thank you, gentlemen,” I said, entering the room. My heels clicked the floor as I walked in. Yasmine, Felix, and Adam turned their heads, and their eyes widened in shock. Well, I am wearing a white gown. The gown is long and a body hug, hugging all the beautiful curves I hide under my baggy clothes. The gown is armless, and what I love about the gown is that it’s transparent.

Welcomed by the staff, the door swung open. Inside, they saw Amelia wearing a beautiful white wedding gown. The gown was pure and bright, with intricate lace patterns and sparkling details. Her hair was styled elegantly, flowing in soft waves. She wore a sheer veil that gracefully covered her face and trailed behind her, adding a touch of enchantment to her appearance.

"Turn off those lights." Huda ordered and I turned around, clapped and when the lights turned off, I left the room for the living room where my new pink Amina Muaddi shoes waited. I sat on the sofa, buckled the heels before standing up to adjust the white formal kimono jacket I was wearing over a startling white crew neck top. "You look like a Queen. Like one of those emirati sheikas." I chuckled and slowly walked to the floor length mirror in the inner foyer, a confident version of my reflection stared back at me and I sighed. This Labeebah that I am, nothing can change it.

I felt like I was wearing a dress, but it was actually really comfortable. “Even though you look like some weird sorcerer in this robe, you still look fucking hot.” Leia said. I laughed, because like she predicted, Leia did have a white robe on. It was very long, almost to the floor and sheer. Underneath she had some white shorts and a white top. You could clearly see her bump through the robe. “You look beautiful, but you also look ready to be sacrificed to some ancient god in a blood ritual.” I told Leia. She looked down, “I fucking do, don’t I? Let’s just get this over with.”

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.