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Clarisse also chooses some to try while Alexia stays close to Selene. "If you need help, I'll be nearby," says the saleswoman, accompanying Selene to a private station to undress. As they pass through a hallway, a particular dress catches Selene's attention. It is a bright red tone, with a slit in the leg, a very deep neckline in the back that makes it look sensual. The front is entirely decorated with precious stones. She is hypnotized by its beauty. "That dress..." Selene points to the garment, and the saleswoman smiles.

As we walk in, the attendants immediately stand at attention as if they already know who Thalia is. "Good day, miss," the first attendant says. He is definitely gay, with his tailored suit, perfectly knotted tie, and subtle mascara. "We need a dress for my friend," Thalia says with authority. "It's a formal party, and let's not take all day." I've never seen Thalia exert such power before; it's as if she knows she holds sway here. After two hours and fifteen dresses that I needed help getting in and out of, Thalia finally settles on what she believes suits me best. It's an all-black, off-shoulder dress with a strap over my high left shoulder, crossing elegantly over my collarbone. There's a

But something does not quite add up. Her brother, Maddox lacks the look of surprise and admiration upon seeing the Goddess in all her glory. For truly, Persephone’s beauty was no match for anyone in the hall. Her hair was jet black and falls luxuriously just above her well rounded bottoms. She had skin that was the envy of many pale and white woman--she was olive tan and her skin glowed differently. Her ample bossom was emphasized by the second-skin like gold ensemble that she was wearing. Her long, gorgeous neck was adorned by a string of diamonds. The woman has a sense of style that closely resembles Kim Kardashian.

A woman reaches through the portal and takes his hand so she can walk securely down the plank. Persephone looks like she is standing in the shade. The lights of the room don’t dare touch her. The dichotomy of her beauty contrasted with her sallow features makes her difficult for the mind to process. Her black flowy dress floats around her even though there is no breeze in the room. She tied her brown hair in a neat, tight bun. Her eyes are somewhere between hazel and gray. Deep purple eyeshadow interrupts her ashen skin. Matching purple lipstick gives her a corpse like appearance.

Five sets of eyes instantly turned to me. My sister was holding the famous Incubi Luna gown. A fabulous provocative yet formal long-sleeve high collar sheer black lace dress that will leave Papa drooling over Crista. But then I saw Persephone holding a breathtaking shimmering white gown with cap sleeves, deep v-neck lace bodice, flowing layers of white lace of the full skirt, and a sheer white cape attached to the shoulders. “André? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be meeting with Alec? I know he planned to talk to you and Tiberius today.” Crista frowned.

Now the thought of going to his palace awoke deep anxiety within her heart. Her mother, the tall green-clad goddess, rose from the bower and gazed at the brilliant blue sky. "It's time to go, Persephone," she said. Persephone was dressed in her most beautiful white tunic. She wore a gold circlet gleaming in her hair and a woven gold belt around her dainty waist. There were also bracelets around her lovely ankles. "I am afraid, mother," the girl spoke at last. Her hands fumbled over the edge of her flowing silk as she shifted her feet in nervousness. Demeter turned to her daughter and cupped her soft rosy cheeks in her hands.

Then he glanced at her once more before he walked out, shutting the door behind him. Loreen turned to the bed, and her eyes fell on a silver-colored dress that glistened under the luminous light of the chandelier hanging on the ceiling of their room. The dress was sleeveless and stopped at knee length. It was the type that perfectly hugs the body and displays one's curves. Loreen stared at it for a while, and a smile unknowingly crept onto her lips. 'Matching outfits.' She shook her head as she thought and released the towel that was draping her body. She slipped into the dress and closed the zipper on the side. Come to think of it, it fit her perfectly. She picked up the silver necklace tha

As Ella maintained her comforting touch, Serena's eyes wandered over the assortment of exquisite designer dresses before returning back to Ella, questioning, "Do we really have to try them all? Can't we just choose one?" Rising from the bed, Ella selected a dress from the maid and turned back to Serena, gently coaxing her to her feet and placing the dress in her hands. "Try this one first," Ella suggested, guiding Serena towards the dressing closet with a warm smile. As Serena entered the dressing closet, Ella signaled one of the maids to assist her. The maid, with a warm smile, quickly stepped forward to help Serena. Five minutes later, Serena emerged, adorned in a long, elegant black gown

When she opened it, I saw it was full of beautiful dresses, all in dark colors—black, deep purple, midnight blue. She pulled out one dress and turned to show me. It was black, the most beautiful black dress I’d ever seen. It had long sleeves made of lace that looked like spider webs, and the skirt was made of layers and layers of soft fabric that would flow when you walked. There were tiny crystals sewn into it that caught the light. “For tonight’s ceremony,” Melissa said, holding it up. “You’ll want to look your best.” A ceremony. Like it was something to celebrate. Like my death was a party.

With a resigned sigh, Leonor freshened up and slipped into the dress, the silky fabric cool against her skin. The dress was a sleek spaghetti-strap black gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. The fabric shimmered in the light, adorned with subtle, intricate patterns that caught the eye without being ostentatious. The bodice was fitted, the skirt flowing gracefully to the floor, and the back dipped in a daring yet elegant V-shape.