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“If she only came with the intention of bringing my food like you asked her to, then she wouldn't put on something like that.” It was a dress above my knees. But I didn't have any intention of seducing him when I wore it. It'd been in my wardrobe for almost two years now, and I hadn't worn it, not even for once. Nate bought it for me as a birthday gift just few days before we broke up. I didn't see any reason to put it on because it reminded me of him, which I hated. But then, two years was long enough to get over him, and that was why I decided to put it on: because I believed that I'd finally gotten over him.

She knew the business better than anyone else and definitely it was she and not Jacqueline, who deserved to fill in Peter's shoes and continue his good work. Instilled with inbuilt courage and newfound determination, Regina exchanged the dress for a grey pantsuit which she hated but was perfect for what she had in mind and for where she was going. She opted for kitchen heels, comfortable but suave. She twisted her hair into a severe chignon and massaged her lips with mild pink lip gloss. Her appearance took Donovan by surprise. He gaped at her, shutting and opening his mouth like a fish. She was in her element. Regina was good at looking good.

He looked dapper. Well, what would you expect when his best friend splurged on the guy’s suit? His left eyebrow automatically raised at the thought. Until now, he could not believe Kade would form a certain bond with Leigh that he would help his fiancee get the revenge she wanted. She wanted to be chosen queen tonight. That much he garnered from Kade from the days he had been keeping a close watch on Leigh. For her part, Leigh wore one shoulder long sleeve deep red long gown with a slit that runs up to her thighs.

I told them my decision " Well let me show you some pictures in the internet" Meerab said and about to reach her phone when Noor shouted making me flinch at my seat . " Hey!! Watch straight or I will tell the licence company to ban you from driving forever " She glared at her making my eyes widen . Meerab chuckled shamelessly " you cannot do tha-" but before she could finish her sentence Noor gave her a death glare and she immediately shut up . " Shireen let me show you " she took out her phone and started showing me wedding dresses in white colour, some were off white , each dress was looking more and more beautiful .

Once again, there were so many places things could go horribly wrong. My sister was the only one who hadn't come down yet. She had chosen and purchased a suit for me. Dragged out one of the dresses Reginald had bought for her that she had saved for a special occasion. It wasn't black. Nor was it light. A dazzling silver with black gems on it. My suit matched the dress. A uniform and cohesive look between the two of us.

she whispered, as she took a deep breath and prepared to fight. The moment struck her like a bolt of lightning - a realization so powerful that it felt like a physical force. The Masked Princess could no longer play a charade, couldn't risk the safety of her friends, not for a second longer. She could not bear the loss of anyone, especially not Leon. Taking a deep breath to steady her resolve, she discarded her mask, revealing her identity to the world. Her fingers found the hilt of her sword, and without a second thought, she rushed to stand back-to-back with the Crown Prince, ready to fight against the unrelenting rebels who threatened their safety.

He kissed me goodnight and turned off the lights. — Shopping with the girls always left me absolutely tired, it felt like a workout which was why I didn't like to do it often. “Try this on." Robin excitedly shoved a pair of leather pants in my face, I drew my head back to avoid getting it in my mouth. “Thank you but I don't do leather." I smiled apologetically at Robin. “Well, I do!” Jessica said and snatched it from Robin's hands. She entered a dressing room together with the heaps of clothes she had already selected.

Julian called, his voice a low rumble. "Sixty," said a voice from the shadows. My voice. Every head turned. Including Julian's. His eyes found mine. For a second, there was no recognition—just confusion. Then his brow furrowed. I had changed. No more cardigans and messy buns. I wore a blood-red gown that hugged every curve I'd earned from three years of self-respect. My hair was a cascade of black silk. My lips were the color of victory. "Seventy million," Julian said, but his voice cracked.

Wasn’t it the most cruel thing under the moon, that the wolf I finally found, was the one wolf I couldn’t have. Reagan invited a few of us over to ‘chill’ after all the functions and intense training. And I had to be there earlier because obviously I wasn’t going as a guest but as a co host. I got ready and was set to go when I walked by the mirror and paused. My outfit was great by my standards - dark jeans, fitted sweater layered under a coat, my leather boots and a watch at my wrist, nothing extra. Neutral colours; Black, charcoal, deep navy.

I should have anticipated this. Georgina thought she'd ruined my day, but she underestimated me. I walked towards the drawer and pulled out a white silk dress. The fabric shimmered in the light, its delicate embroidery showcasing simple elegance. The dress was indeed a masterpiece, sleeveless, with a subtle V-neckline and a delicate silver clasp at the back, little tiny pearls adorned the hem, adding a touch of sophistication. I had bought this spare dress, knowing that Georgina would retaliate after the event that happened with Rebecca at the store. Little did they know, I was once step ahead of them.