Novel & Cerita Periwinkle Hermione Yule Ball Dress

This is going to be the first ball that I'm throwing as a luna, and I've been obsessing over it for a couple of weeks. I don't know why the feeling of not being good enough always threatens to wear me down, but I thank the goddess that I have Harry now. He's always here to slap some sense back into me—literally, of course, not figuratively. I adjust my neck jewellery and thread my fingers through the lace of my dark blue, shimmering gown. The sleeves are long, and it comes with a deep v-neck that's netted. The gown lengthens to my ankles. It's fitted from the knee above, then it's a bit free downward due to the slit at the front.

"Hello, how can I help you?" I turn to find a woman in a plain dress–at least, plain compared to her merchandise. She looks a little older, her dark hair mixed with strands of white. She smiles kindly but I can tell there is apprehension mixed in. I'm dressed in my usual black cotton gown with my cloak around me. I like dark colors. They make it easier to move through the night. "Um, I'm Hera," I tell her. "I'm supposed to choose a gown for the ball?"

Three weeks had passed and now is the date of the Winter Ball. I look at my gown, it was a bloody red dress, an elegant cut that shows my cleavage daring yet gorgeous it was embroidered with rose petals and an off-shoulder type, ruffled skirt ball gown. Mrs. Leigh didn't disappoint. It was pride and pleasure to wear one of her works. I grinned as I ran my fingers into the dress. I glance at the red mascara placed on the table along with the heels I will wear later.

I didn’t have it in me to fight him on this, didn’t want to deny Celeste something that clearly meant so much to Dorian. “Fine,” I relented. “You can organize the ball. But nothing too overwhelming, okay? She’s still just a little girl.” Dorian’s smile was triumphant. “Trust me.” The day of the ball arrived faster than I expected, and I spent the morning helping Celeste get ready in her room. She’d picked out a princess dress weeks ago, pale pink with layers of tulle that made her look like she’d stepped out of a fairytale. Her excitement was infectious as I helped her with her hair, styling it with tiny flowers that matched her dress.

The Moore Winter Ball is one of their biggest social events of the year and I know the dress code, so I get to work on ordering myself a dress fitting from Dior for this afternoon. I ask Mr. Moore for the afternoon off for the dress fitting and he was all too fine with it, happy that I’m putting thought into my dress for the Winter Ball. Three hours later and I’ve fallen in love with a burgundy off-the-shoulder embroidered ball gown with a modest v-neck and Swarovski crystals decorating the princess neckline. Nothing wow, but it looks beautiful.

she asked, holding up two gowns on the screen. Helena tilted her head. “Wine red. Classy, mysterious. You’ll look like you walked out of a Nollywood royal drama.” Tessy grinned. “You think Leo’ll like it?” Helena gave her a knowing smile. “Leo’s already obsessed. The dress is just your excuse to knock him breathless.” Tessy turned the laptop to Helena. “Okay your turn. Show me.” Helena hesitated, then opened a tab with a fitted, off-shoulder navy blue gown with tiny silver sparkles scattered like stars.

I stared at them in their mannequins, a figure-hugging mermaid gown that would showcase every curve, and a classic ball gown with a fitted bodice and full skirt that made me feel like royalty. "I can't decide," I admitted, looking between them. Arielle hopped up, circling both dresses with a critical eye. "The mermaid one is sexy. Very… you know." She wiggled her eyebrows dramatically. "Dad would definitely…." "Arielle!" She giggled. "But the ball gown is princess-like. It's more… wedding-y." An assistant appeared with glasses of champagne. "For you both." "She's fourteen," I said quickly.

I had no idea how much money my family pays her but she always managed to give me expensive gifts. "Anything for the birthday girl." I jumped to my seat and gave her a tight hug. "You're the best, Al!" Maybe my birthday wouldn't be so bad. ..... I looked at my reflection over the mirror. Leon made me twirl so I could get a nice look at my back dress. I was beautiful. My periwinkle dress was off-shoulder with a low back that almost reached my butt while the hem was just below my knees. It was studded with different crystals that made it glow under the lightings.

The rest of the week passes in a blur, mercifully free of Alice’s constant attempts to undermine and humiliate me at every turn. But tonight, there’s no escaping her - it’s the annual company ball, and attendance is practically mandatory. I managed to secure a stunning replacement dress after the mall fiasco. The fully embellished tulle gown features an abstract crocodile pattern, with black stones cascading over the long sleeves and a sleek skirt. A leather belt cinches my waist, creating an elegant silhouette. I’ve paired it with understated gold accessories and left my hair down in loose waves, the picture of effortless glamour.

"Hm, I can't decide what color dress to wear tonight...what do you think?" "Um..." I shrug after a moment, glancing at her overflowing closet. "Maybe something pink?" "Pink? Hm, okay...I do have quite a few pink dresses." Hera nods, thoroughly convinced as she strides across the room to the closet yet again. After a moment, she pulls out a gorgeous ball gown style dress, a light flowery pink shade with a shimmery undertone. I nod encouragingly, trying to warm up to the Goddess-it's hard, as I've never-well, in my memory-had female friends, and Owen has never minded my cold nature. "Yeah." I say after a moment. "That's pretty."