Novel & Cerita Rapunzel Homecoming Dress

"Now get back to work girlie! " I hurry home after work. My mind is set on doing one thing: visiting the part of Riverside I have had no business with for years now. Stepping into my bedroom, I thought I should do a number on my looks. I change out of my work jeans and tee. I pick out a warm blue summer dress from the section of my closet I hardly touch, safe for a few Sundays. The dress stops just before my knees. I tie up my Rapunzel-like hair into a shiny dark ponytail. A dash of pink lip-gloss finishes up my new look. Dad isn't yet home so I calculate I could steal an hour or two before he gets back.

Astrid called up for me now. “There you are dear! Come on you know we will be late if you don’t hurry and her highness does not appreciate poor punctuality. You scrub up well though, truly beautiful indeed”. I curtseyed and thanked my mother for the compliment. “Thank you ma, Carmel picked out the dress” I replied. I hated wearing dresses, I was much happier in pants, but it was just another thing to be frowned upon for. The dress was a deep purple, to compliment my hair, and it was embellished with a silver embroidery, a pattern of roses, thorns, stars and half-moons. It was lovely, it cinched in at the waist and flared out slightly towards the hem, it had a sweetheart neckline which showed

We finally went home at 7:13pm, Christy had made sure we went to every available shop in hunt for clothes, at the end I had settled for a red gown with V neckline, it had tiny diamonds on the edge which sparkles in the light. I spent a lot for that gown and believe me, I wasn’t entirely happy but Christy had said that since I was going with Adrian, I need to look my best. Honestly, I still don’t understand why I have to spend so much for just homecoming dance but she had her way of making it sound marvelous.

She was raised to be humble, righteous and thoughtful of everything and this was the first time she let her anger rule her decision. Her hair were left tied in a beautiful Rapunzel braid leaving it on display on her one shoulder, while there was a net black veil over her head. The stylist move the veil and sprawl it over her face making her see through it with blurry gaze at the mirror. There was no way she was going to marry him, that was a done deal.

I didn't have her new address to contact her and knew better than to ask my mother. I looked at the dress and my uneager face in the mirror. Andreas picked the dress, and it looked so good in the store last night. I wasn't very sure about it today. It was orange and gold, heavy satin brocade with ruffles and bows. With three layers of embroidered tulle lace and back strapping, it was a perfect fit without asking the seamstress's help. "Bun or hair down with this?" I asked Andreas as I grabbed a plate from the cupboard.

She did not because that man was the only family she had; the only real home that she had. And she had this small hope that maybe one day, just one day, her real parents would come back for her. So she had to be with him when they did. When she had worn the dress, she admired herself in the mirror. She wore her dark-brown hair down and wore lovely slippers that made her feel like a princess. The dress was a faded blue color and had a light glow to it. When she was satisfied with her look, she headed out of her room and down the stairs. She approached the front door with the intention of leaving but when she reached for the doorknob, she heard a small click that caused her to flinch away.

Hard. “I just don’t want to look ridiculous.” “You want to look like yourself,” I corrected. “That’s harder than looking like what other people expect. But you’ve been doing harder things your whole life.” Her lip trembled — barely. “You really think I can pull off Homecoming?” “Oh, honey,” I exhaled, “Homecoming is not ready for you.” She finally smiled — small, fragile, warming from the inside. I squeezed her hand. “Okay. New plan. Witch in the woods couture. We’ll summon a gown from moonlight and rage.”

I want to look sexy for Zuriel. " I want to take his breath away," I say. " You look so happy, Princess," Miel muses. I look back at her. Indeed, I'm delighted. I'm glad to be Zuriel's wife. I'm happy to be going on this date with him. We finally picked a dress. It is a deep red short sleeve dress with a plunging neckline and thigh-high slit. Miel helps me, giving it an elegant look. I do my makeup most naturally.

Rosalie cleared her throat twice. "I was actually in a hurry to get to a dinner with the Wizards' Association that night, so I rushed through the spell a little. By the rules, all the magic should've disappeared after midnight." I suddenly realized something. "Right! The carriage turned back into a pumpkin, the coachman turned back into a mouse, and my gown turned back into rags. So why didn't the glass slipper in Prince Adrian's hand disappear?" In our past lives, my sisters and I had been too busy fighting to marry the prince that we had completely overlooked this glaring inconsistency.

Amanda threw us a suggestive look before Emma studied the gown. “So what’s the theme of the homecoming?” Emma asked deciding if she would pick the dress. “It’s a fairytale, they said,” Amanda answered. “I thought it’s Hollywood?” I confusedly flicked my eyes at the both of them. “No, they actually changed it.” Amanda laid the dress on the couch while the saleslady intently stared at her. “It’s five grand, you all must be willing to pay for it.” “Five grand?” I asked for reiteration.