Regina Mills Dress Novels & Stories

Caroline walked to one of the maids holding the dress and motioned them out the room so Megan could change. Donned in a black silk long dress, Megan checked herself in the cheval mirror. The sollinarry-chain-shoulder-strap dress literally screamed expensive and fuck me. The back was bare all the way down to her waist. "This dress is designed by Pierre Salvagni, Italy's most famous and expensive designer. There's only one in the world." Her breathe was caught in her throat as she realised the man was true to his words. He really did want her on his bed tonight.

" Her mother's eyes sparkled as she said that. She turned and told Mrs. Reginald to bring the dress in before the end of the week. The woman looked worried. "Mrs. Martins, you see, this dress is the only one of its kind. It was designed by an Italian designer, Antonio Barbieri. He doesn't want to sell it anymore. That was why I skipped it," Mrs. Reginald said. "Tell him we'll pay double or triple the price. I want that dress for my daughter no matter what," her mother ordered. "Alright, Ma'am, I'll see what I can do.

She straightened up and then walked towards the package that was placed on the corner of her bed and then took the dresses out of the package that Regal has brought for her. Once she took a look at the dress after unfurling them, she has to admit that Regal’s fashion sense was really good. The dresses that he brought for her were indeed really beautiful even if she did not want to admit it, she has to say that the dresses were one of a kind, the black one had lace embroidery on the sides while its front had a generous amount of space left to show of her bosom while the navy blue one had a corset on the top and a sleek fit on the bottom with a slit on the right to showcase one's long legs.

She said in a sultry tone. She was wearing a see-through babydoll dress, flaunting her sexy curves. The dress looked too small for her body, accentuating all the inappropriate areas, from her breasts to her round buttocks. She twirled around to reveal her body to me and approached me. For some reason, I suddenly started feeling dizzy. It wasn’t as if Fenris was giving me a headache, expressing his frustration over my decision to allow Regina at the office. Instead, he was forcing me to gape at Regina’s curvy body.

And so I got out of my car and stepped into the mall and stood in front of the dress. It was a sleeveless pink and it flowed down to the feet. However, what attracted me to the dress was not only because it was pink. It was because of the silverish stripes that it had in it. It looked regal, it was worthy of Sara's beauty. "Hello, sir, can I get you anything?" I looked at the worker who had just arrived and pointed to the dress. "This, I want it." She smiled at me. "You have a great eye, sir. This just arrived from our greatest collection in Paris, sir."

A shocked gasp made him turn around, to find Alice and Millicent walking towards him, and the sight of them made him laugh out loud before he realized what he was doing. Millie had chosen a layered yellow dress that made her look like something between a princess and a ballerina, with a sparkly tiara on her head, glitter in her hair and cowboy boots on her feet. With that choice of clothes, he very much doubted that Alice would have had any power of choice when Thea and Millie wondered what she would wear. Maybe that's why she was wearing a long dress with several transparent and shiny cloths tied around her waist. There was pink makeup on her face and a toy necklace that looked like it was

“Apologies, my lord Reginald, for offending your eyes with this blue dress!” Miranda shot him a glare. She had to admit that Lord Reginald was indeed strikingly handsome, almost too much so, but couldn’t he tone down the sharp remarks just a little? A woman’s love for beauty was only natural. She lowered her head gloomily, glancing at her blue dress. She rarely wore this color, but still—“Is it really... that bad?”

Regina's voice rang from the door as she made her way inside. I saw her eyes widen in surprise before jealousy adorned them. That prompted me to take a look at myself. I hadn't been in the mood to admire myself but now that I witnessed such emotions from her from the reflection of the mirror, I got curious. The girls had washed my hair and straightened it before curling the ends creating waves. The red dress was hugging my curves at the right places. I have to admit that whoever chose the dress for me has a good sense of fashion.

Henry said, "Make sure Morgan doesn't hear about this. You know how fiery her temper is. If she ever learns about what Wallace is like at the company, she'll be there with her knife." Regal Corporation's opening ceremony was to be held on a Saturday, so Bennett drove Morgan back to the family house on Friday. Amanda came home with Morgan's dress as well. It was a chiffon dress the same shade of pink as roses. The lower half of the dress was designed to be slightly puffy, taking inspiration from the gowns of noblewomen in the past. There were two feather-like decorations on the shoulders. Amanda went to the bedroom with Morgan and helped her put on the gown. This gown was so complicated that

After her sob story, Donovan looked at the dress once over and thought well before speaking: "You won't want to wear that, Mistress, if you are still mourning Mr Peter." "Thank you, Donovan. Wait outside for my next instructions." Regina glanced down at the dress in her arms and smiled sadly. It was a strapless, yellow designer dress, its hems resting on her thighs and the cape spilling past her bosom. She had worn it to an awards show three years ago where Peter had won the award for The Most Innovative Businessman. No one had clapped harder, louder or was more proud of him than her. She had stood solidly behind him when Richard was out in the world, frolicking. She knew the business better