Regina Mills Dresses Novels & Stories

" 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.

“One of the staffs gave me these, they are all sent from Mr Miller. He wants you to be very comfortable while you're having your rest in his home.” Ana turned to look at the dresses again. They were definitely long enough to cover but it also wasn't enough to hide her knees. For a moment, Ana thought of Jack and she wondered if these nighties had belonged to his wife. “Are these new? If not, there's no way I'm getting into any of them.” She stated. “Don't worry, these are all brand new. Mr Miller had them brought here directly from the boutique.” Jessie told her and Ana contemplated before agreeing, having no choice as she needed to be comfortable sleeping at night rather than sleeping in he

She faltered, her innocence struggling to find the right words. Emilia tilted her head, her expression softening into something more curious at Mili's unusual behaviour. "Got it," she said, walking toward her closet. "Here are a few options you can look through," She gestured to the array of sleek, glamorous dresses hanging neatly inside. Miliani's eyes scanned the options nervously before her gaze settled on a deep ivory dress with a high slit and a daring neckline - not overly bold but enough to make her stand out. "I like this one," she said softly, almost unsure but determined.

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.

Regina stands before him, a figure sublime in the pale blue fabric and golden threads she wears, cheeks rosy as she bites her lower lip with a bashfulness that makes something in Mattel’s chest heave. Under the glittering, dazzling lights of the crystal chandeliers, surrounded by a room full of extravagant nobles dressed in silks and laden with enough diamonds to fund several wars, Regina - who wears no jewels but for the small, barely visible diamonds on her ears - somehow shines brighter than any gem or star Mattel has ever seen. Mattel’s eyes are unable to tear away from the vision that Regina is, like a midsummer’s dream come to life by some hazy miracle.

Chapter 124: I Do Not Want To Be With You,Regina. Regina stared at her reflection through the mirror. She looked perfect in a red, deep V-neck body-hugging gown. It was modest enough to pass for a formal outfit, but hot enough to cause heads to spin in her direction. She had intentionally picked this dress, and she was certain it was going to do its job today.

It's a pain in the head. "Good that you came. I thought you would ditch me." Regina grinned, her bangles were clinking. "That's not my thing." I said, putting my bag on my lap after i sat in front of her. She's all casual, all smiles to the point that they are so fake for me. Although i want to ignore this pathetic small detail, i couldn't help but spot my clothes and compare it to hers. I'm wearing a ruffled top underneath my blazers, i looked plain, too much of a workaholic lady with a big bump on her stomach. Meanwhile, she's the stellar of the night, wearing a bloody red fitted dress with her colored maroon tiny lips like a poison ivy.

"No, I arrived an hour ago. The curator held some donation ceremony that just ended." The two arrived at Reginald's mother's bridal boutique. It was located in a downtown shopping center, occupying an entire ten-story building, extravagantly decorated. Mrs. Molly was the epitome of a businesswoman. Reginald and Arabella took the elevator to her office. Upon entering, Molly warmly welcomed them. She grabbed Arabella's hand and led her to the computer, pointing at the screen with design sketches. "Mom prepared three sets of wedding dresses for you. Take a look, which one do you like the most?"

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