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.

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

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

Mira unzips it, and my breath catches. The dress inside is stunning—deep red, shimmering under the light with tiny crystals sewn into the fabric, like a sky full of stars. The bodice is structured, the neckline dipping just enough to be elegant but not too revealing. The skirt flows like liquid silk, pooling slightly at the bottom in a way that feels almost… regal. Too regal. “This isn’t just a ‘spare,’” I say suspiciously. “Where did this come from?” Mira shrugs, far too casual. “Just something we had. In case of emergencies.”

"You're already wearing our shop's haute couture brand. You'd better not tell me you can't afford it." The lady in front of me crossed her arms and sized me up condescendingly. I felt like laughing. Where did a tiny boutique like this get the audacity to call their gown haute couture? Despite looking barely 20 years old, she was terribly haughty. I suppressed my anger and pulled out my phone to call my son, Cole Sanders. He invested in this boutique, after all, so he should be the one to clean up this mess.

Roxana stood proudly, crossed her arms and looked down at Regina who was quietly packing her things, Roxana felt like a queen and Regina was just a lowly woman. "Hey, I asked you, but you didn't answer? Since when did you learn to be so silent that makes people uncomfortable?" Roxana kicked Regina's skirt with her pointed toe heels, her voice sharp. Regina watched as her dress, which Myrna had saved up for months to buy for her performance, was now dirty, her patience finally reaching its limit. Although compared to Roxana's expensive designer dress, the price of her dress was less than half, but to her it was still extremely precious.

She smiled to herself now knowing the whole sordid story of Lee dumping Marella after almost seven years because he wasn’t ready to be a father. Marley’s voice interrupted as she complained about Jesse not getting the message and just thinking up more elaborate schemes in trying her to say yes to wearing his ring. The women were all nice, she liked them but she had no idea where she stood with Kelley. “Come on, Milana, show us how it looks.” Milana climbed into the dress and pulled it over her hips, the material whispering along her skin. The colour was a deep bottle green and it fit her perfectly. The dress wasn’t flashy or showy, instead it was elegant and classy.