Periwinkle Hermione Yule Ball Dress Novels & Stories

The staff member crossed to the changing area and pulled back the curtain. I walked closer. The dress was on a padded hanger, covered in a protective sleeve that she removed carefully. As the fabric came into view I studied it — the silhouette, the structure, the way it would fall. Ballgown. Big. White. Full skirt, structured bodice, gems scattered across the fabric in a pattern that caught the light and scattered it in every direction. It was beautiful. Objectively, genuinely beautiful. It was not a mermaid dress. “Did my grandfather choose this?” I asked.

Everyone always has a limit. I get back to looking at the dresses and in the end, I settle for a purple one. In my whole life as a werewolf, it is the most beautiful dress I have seen. It is a ball gown that has some layers and the large round thing that makes the dress look puffy like all those Disney princesses. There are amethyst stones embedded in every stitch. It is so beautiful that I almost imagine myself as a Disney princess when I imagine what I will look like when I wear it.

I looked in the mirror, barely recognizing myself. It was the night of the First Ball, and I was dressed in my beautiful, shimmering yellow gown. It was sleeveless, with a tasteful V-neck bodice. One of my maids had tied my brown hair into a tight up-do, with a few loose tendrils tucked behind my ears. Beside me, Elva was a near-mirror figure of me, though her dress came up to her neck. It shimmered the same, and she couldn’t stop giggling as she spun in circles.

WILLOW Helen is helping me get ready for the solstice ball. It’s tonight. There are so many layers of ruffles in my dress. It’s a ball room style dress with square neckline. No sleeves. Tonight, I’m wearing gloves and the family jewels in my hair. As Cary’s daughter, it’s my duty now to wear the family heirloom. Helen isn’t going so I have to represent the Thompsons the best way I can. And that includes dressing up and wearing expensive jewels and smiling.

After washing up and changing into cleaner clothes, I walk back to the dining room. Hermione joins me moments later, dressed in a pajama that catches my attention. The outfit accentuates her curves in all the right places, adding a cute touch to her appearance. The baby-soft pink with shades of purple and lint gold is artistically appealing, and the way it complements her skin is captivating.

Wowwwww!!!!! The ball gown ordered by Harold as a gift for me was mind-blowing. As Harold already knew that I don't have any gowns with me, he ordered a very beautiful golden colour ball gown. It was beautiful with an off shoulder and full sleeved theme and shimmers all around it. Matching to the gown he also bought a matching golden heels. And it was delivered today without any delivery charge to pay. And tomorrow is the masquerade ball!!!! Gosh!! I'm so excited.

Already promised myself that I wouldn't leave with regret anyway. She helped me wear the outfit. Gave me some earrings and a necklace that suited the fishtail gown. It was an off-shoulder one with a v-line, as the fabric hugged my breasts perfectly. Not too much can be seen, but at the same time, it doesn't look too traditional, like what the elders would want their grandchildren to wear at parties like these. It was tailored as a delicate blend of midnight blue and silver hues. I also wore the crescent moon bracelet and anklet. The dress featured intricate lace that had moonlit patterns. Its flowing silhouette complemented my demure beauty and showed my bold attitude. Mother gave me a pair

They ate and when the girls were finishing up, Mira went to grab the dresses from the closet. Mira pulled the dresses out their bag. She gasped at how beautiful they were. The girls have not seen their dresses yet so when they heard Mira gasp they walked over and were absolutely struck with how gorgeous their dresses were. The girls were the same size and had the same figure, but when Selene saw the vibrant purple ballgown with a sweetheart neckline, lace starting at the top going down to her waist, encrusted with crystals at the bottom, she knew it was her dress. Nahla saw the Vintage black tulle ballgown with a plunging neckline, open back and slit from her thigh to the floor, she knew thi

Why hadn't she thought about this? Well to be fair, it wasn't entirely her fault. Yvonne had said it was going to be a small party with friends and family and not an actual ball! But it sure looked like one. "You won't find anything worth wearing there. I got this specially for you," Yvette said, handing her a parcel. "It's a dress fit for a soon-to-be bride." When she opened the parcel, her lips parted as she took in the beauty of the dress. She'd never owned something this pretty and she felt weird to be even holding it.

Chapter 50 Looking at my reflection in the full length mirror, I do my best to make sure the hickey Sky had given me yesterday is hidden. Today is the day of my first Ball in the Palace and I do not need tongues wagging within the Nobles gossip circles. Lidia had done a good job choosing the gown I would wear today, a dusty rose coloured gown made from organza and lace with a slit up the left side of the gown. The sleeves were full length that started flaring out at my elbow and thankfully the material hid the mark on my shoulder. My hair was kept in loose curls with a decorative clip keeping the strands out of my face while my bangs were styled with a small flat iron.