Regina Mills Dresses 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.

Annie was drowning in work, she has no time to think about that stuff. Right after that, Annie suddenly sent her a party dress. Millie looks at the red dress... The dress was beautiful, it complimented her perfect body. "But why did Bella choose this dress?" Millie wondered. Or is there something hidden inside? Millie was not sure, so she checked the dress very carefully, but still found nothing. Millie hesitated, finally decided to throw this dress away, get another one to replace it. Although it is unknown what Annie's plan is, it still has to be prevented...

"But hurry back. I want you close to me." Chuckling softly, Regina excused herself and made her way to the bathroom, her steps light and filled with anticipation as she closed the door behind her. Relieved after using the bathroom, Regina rinsed her face, feeling refreshed as the cool water trickled down her skin. Stepping out, her gaze fell upon the new dress that Hills had lovingly ordered for her that morning. The sight of it hanging there, waiting to be worn, brought a smile to her lips. Regina carefully wore the dress She admired herself in the mirror, brushing her hair and marveling at the way the dress accentuated her features.

Taking her seat, she said to Millie, "Check out my latest designs. What do you think?" Millie grabbed a bag of chips. She expressed herself freely when she was at home. Like a little girl, she leaned against Julia. Winston would never have seen such a carefree and leisurely side of Millie if they were outside. "Mom, this one's nice." Millie pointed at a red dress. "It's perfect for princessy girls who look younger than their age. It's lovely." "What about this? Don't you think it suits you?" Julia flipped the page and showed Millie another red dress with a more unique and minimalist design, which would only look great on a model with a great figure and exceptional presence.

On the bed was the almost sheer lace sleeveless dress featured in the magazine she was reading on the plane, and beside it was the matching purse and shoes from the collection. Owen was looking out the window of the parlour between their suites when Regina came out of her room. “So, Mr. I don’t want you to flaunt your body, why am I wearing a see-thru dress right now?” Regina teased, but Owen was silent as he let his eyes roam up and down her body, enjoying the fact that Regina accepted all his gifts. Regina’s heart hammered in her chest as she waited for his reaction. “You look so beautiful, Regina.” He was mesmerized by her transformation and he was surprised he could speak.

Millie mused as she looked in the mirror, I much prefer blush or ivory, the misty one looks like unwashed net curtains, and the white one too bright. "Ivory," said Pearl and Ruby together. "Well, that's sorted that," Millie said. She bought two gowns in two different sizes, it was only two weeks to the wedding, but the twins were growing like mad, and she was taking no chances that the shop would sell one of the dresses. She could have had all this made, but the thought of spending so much money on one dress didn't sit right with Millie. Even though she could afford a ridiculous amount for her dress, what was the point for one day. She'd never been one for designer clothes, half of the time

Monica can’t help but take in her dress, which is straight-cut from her shoulders to her ankles in an exuberant pattern with pink and bright yellow flowers. The sleeves are folded up and tacked with oversized buttons, and the pockets at her hips are large and rounded. To the untrained eye, it’d seem a simple pattern, but she can see the slight tapering of the shape, the curve of the fabric at the side slits near the hem, and the workmanship. The other woman, who she couldn’t begin to guess where she’s from with her dark hair woven through with caramel highlights and strikingly dark eyes that are expertly made up with smoky shadow, says in a distinctly French accent, “Beatrice Dupont.” Her dr

Mia spoke nonchalantly, "How do you want me to help?" Regina remarked, "This dress of mine isn't expensive, just 5,000 dollars." "Mia, given your wealth, you surely won't be short of this amount, right? This woman's audacity to look down on us is astonishing. What's 5,000 dollars for a dress? The one you're wearing is far more luxurious." Mia was momentarily speechless. "She didn't look down on me; she simply looked down on you."

Millie had been preparing for a while. Ever since she found out that Wanda and Stefan were getting married, she had started designing a dress for herself. She loved red for its boldness and brightness. Therefore, she had a red dress uniquely tailored to fit her figure perfectly. In addition to the mermaid-style dress, she also added a deep V-back to showcase her toned back. On the other hand, she had splurged on a stylist to transform her usual simple and understated looks into something bold and extravagant.

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.