Rose We Dresses Novels & Stories

ENZO Rose was acting a little suspicious and I could feel she had a secret. But at the same time, I could feel that it was something good, so I just let her have her secret for now. She came out of her closet, and I had never seen her more beautiful. Her dress was long and blood-red the skirt and chest part were in two lays, silk underneath and a lace over it, that also went to her elbows. Her hair was put up and she proudly showed my mark.

“Tell Caleb I’ll be back soon once he wakes up okay?” “Okay, mummy!” An hour later, Mason had arrived and was waiting in the living room when Rose emerged. He stood to look at her and his heart stopped beating for a second. The red dress hugged Rose's curves perfectly, It held her slender waist and was flowing down her legs. The gown's neckline was high and rounded, framing Rose's face. It had no slit but the entire back was cut out making it round perfectly around her waist.

Rosalie Adrien Vasanten had orchestrated a romantic candlelit dinner for me at one of the country's most expensive restaurants, tugging at my heartstrings. The fact that the entire venue was rented for the night, made me feel like a queen. To top it off, he surprised me with a stunning dress from Opulence, a red off-shoulder knee-length floral embroidered gown I had admired since the first time it was shipped to the store, complemented by black stilettos and exquisite diamond rose gold teardrop earrings and matching necklace that he also surprised me with.

"Drop it, James." "I'm just saying. You've never gone dress shopping with anyone before." "She's my wife." "Contract wife." "James." He held both hands up, said nothing else, though the smirk didn't fully disappear. Rosa emerged from behind a curtain a few minutes later. The stylist trailed behind her with three more dresses draped over one arm. The first dress was deep green, simple but elegant, fitted through the waist before flaring slightly at the hem. "What do you think?" she asked, turning slowly in front of the mirror.

I ask him and come close to him, placing my hands on his chest and grabbing his tie to arrange it a little bit. "Did I tell you how beautiful you are?" he asks me laughing. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Zoey!" I can only stand still as my cheeks turn red. I look really good in the clothes that Rose convinced me to wear on the Gala. I wear a Cutout crêpe maxi dress from MÔNOT. You can never go wrong with this kind of dress at a party. The dress has shoulder pad inserts, a damn low back and cinched waist. Also in the front of this sexy black dress my tiny breasts are barely covered by the soft and delicate material.

I stood there and watched—watched as Chloe put on my wedding dress. She looked at herself in the mirror, her hand covering her mouth as she sobbed quietly. "Mickey, this feels like a dream. Pinch me. Please. Am I dreaming? Am I really wearing a wedding dress... for you?" His eyes were full of affection, but he held himself back. When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse, laced with longing and tenderness. "Yes, you are. Rose... you're beautiful." Chloe's eyes turned red as she looked up at him, hope flickering like flame.

she said dramatically, grabbing a comb. "Oh gosh, this is going to be a disaster, Rosé. What are you planning?" "Groove and Booze," she grinned. I stiffened. I knew I'd regret this in the morning, but I needed a distraction, anything to take my mind off Maverick, even temporarily. "You know what? Hell yeah, why the fuck not?" I threw my hands up and stood, my eyes landing on an oxblood gown on the bed. I changed quickly. The dress hugged my waist, accentuating my hips, with a high slit and a low V-neck.

But maybe at least for one evening I could pretend everything was fine. “Thank you, you look incredible too,” I returned her answer, looking at her insistently. Everything was so serene about her. “Look, see? And you were resisting buying the dress.” I remembered how I protested vehemently against my fancy dress the day before, but after seeing how Paris looked, maybe I made the right choice. Also red, mermaid style and with a bare back, it fit my slender body perfectly. “Come on, stop nagging me and let’s go. It’s getting late,” I insisted, because I wanted to get this charade over with. I was feeling uncomfortable. The worst part of it was that I was going from one mood to another quickly.

His eyes were still over the girl dancing. But before I could confront I saw Rose make her way down the stage behind him and I walk straight at her. Taking her hand as he talked with a friend walking at the back room, I heard the suddenly shocked pause she gave snapping her eyes at me before suddenly relaxing. "We need to talk," I said and she looked at ava she Ava nodded walking away. "Get a dress, grab your stuff. We have to leave" She frowned. "But why-" "No questions Rose, Please trust me" She looks down biting her lip before leaving to go to the back rooms.