Regina Mills Dress Novels & Stories

She had the perfect body which made everything she wore beautiful. A blue gown with high-end slits on the left side. It was long sleeves and it covered her body, if not for the slit it would cover her body all the way through. It was her day, the day she told the world she was back and ready for business officially, what other way was there than to let her legs speak for itself? ‘’It's time,” Regina told her. She was scared, for the sake of Jane, yes she knew the young model wasn't the type to be messed with but she could not help but worry.

She dragged Tori, Frank, and me along, moving from rack to rack like the perfect dress was hiding just out of sight. Millie held up a short, shimmering blue dress, studied it like it was a precious artifact, and then put it back with a sigh straight from her soul. "Nope. Too sparkly. I’d look like a disco ball in this. Not happening." Tori, already struggling with the pile of dresses Millie had dismissed, let out an exasperated groan. "Millie, come on! They all look amazing on you. Literally every dress you’ve tried on since school ended would work. Even the purple one you tossed aside like it offended you."

i think to myself running my hands over my dress. moments later regina walks in dressed in a floor length gown fit for a ball. Milky white opals lined in gold hang around her neck"your late" she spits looking me up and down. im quick to lower my eyes to the floor bowing my head" my apologies my lady i got lost".She clicks her tounge" well now that just wont do will it felix" she says walking over to the man i now know as felix. The sway of her hips is unnatural, forced as she slides her arm around his neck and kisses him on the side of his cheek.His eyes are watching the shock roll across my face, lips curling into a whicked smile" no my lady i dont think it will" he says wrapping his arms

When she heard them inside the villa, a playful smile crossed her lips. The young master Mills must be alone already. “Nellie, is he alone?” she sent her message. “Yes, my lady” Nellie replied. “Wait for my message before you deliver” she didn’t wait for a reply when she rummaged through her cabinet. ‘Perfect’ she thought after she saw a very thin silk night dress. The dress hugs her body perfectly with a very deep neckline and the hem just barely covered her behind exposing her fair, round thighs. The thin transparent string crosses at the back making it look like backless.

I snapped at him and he looked down at me. "What are you talking about?" he asked me but there was a very evident smirk on his face. "What are you trying to do?" I asked Mr Miller, irritation dripping off my tone as I glared at him, "why are you doing this?" "I don't know what you're talking about," he shrugged, as his eyes looked me over, looking at the dress that I was wearing. It was a short and tight black dress. It had thin straps and it had a sweetheart neckline. It barely reached midthigh and it was quite sexy but I wore it for Junior.

I went back into my room and Mila silently followed behind me while her eyes remained glued to her iPad screen. I grabbed the dress that Umberto had made for me before I laid it down on my bed. I applied some lotion to my skin before I slipped into the dress. It fits me like a glove, and it looks absolutely breathtaking. Almost too beautiful to wear. It was a strapless black dress and it lightly shoots out from my waist. The dress had a sweetheart neckline which showed off just enough cleavage.

she said, unable to believe it without witnessing it himself. Miranda also moved her body forward and watched Patricia who had just gotten out of the car. Then, Miranda's manager's eyes widened when she saw Patricia wearing a very special dress. It was a dress from a famous fashion designer named Ashley. The dress was called 'The Color of Milano'. "For God's sake! Didn't I see it wrong?!" she squealed. And that left Miranda shocked and baffled by her manager's reaction. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Did you see the dress Patricia was wearing? Isn't that The Pearl of Venice?"

Owen lied. "Well, if you really want to meet her at the cafe that's fine. You go alone, okay?" Mr. Owen smiled faintly "I will indeed go alone, Edward," said Mrs. Owen, looking annoyed at her husband who seemed lazy to go anywhere. "Give my regards to your friend, Regina." Regina nodded with a straight face, then she stood up from her seat, took the clothes she had placed on the bed, and stepped into the bathroom carrying the beautiful navy blue dress in her hand.

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."

Miller said. Lauren and Mrs. Miller started looking for their dress, so I slipped to the cash counter to pay for my dress. For once, I thought of not paying it with his card but I knew if I didn't, he'd not be happy. So, I passed the card to the lady at the cash counter. Lauren bought a green A-neckline long dress with a slit. Mrs. Miller bought an A-line half sleeve side slit black dress. I knew she'd look beautiful in it, she didn't even look like she was in her mid-30s.