Silk Daffodil Novels & Stories

Frost took Bianca's hand, and they walked up to the girls, introducing them one by one: "This fabric is angel light silk, although it's white, it shines with a pink glow. Can you see it?" Bianca shook her head. "From my angle!" Without saying a word, Frost pulled Bianca into his arms, Bianca's chin fitting right under Frost's, and Frost took the chance to kiss her on top of her head. "This piece of fabric has a cool tone with a hint of blue light. "This one, its main feature is the spinning method, and it looks very thin and transparent, but it is not at all transparent! It doesn't even show flesh colour.

Silk and chiffon in every shade gleamed under the lamplight… emerald, gold, pearl white, soft blush. “Oh! Look at that emerald silk!” one woman exclaimed, reaching toward the fabric. “It’s absolutely stunning!” Another laughed softly, brushing her fingers over a pearl-white chiffon. “And this one… it’s like moonlight trapped in fabric. How delicate!” A third woman tilted her head, admiring a soft blush gown. “The color… It's perfect for spring. I can already imagine it with flowers in my hair.” “I can’t decide which I love more,” another admitted, eyes wide as she glanced between the gold-embroidered dress and the emerald. “Everything is just… exquisite!”

But what caught my attention was that this same glittery essence wasn't just limited to the tree, it was also suspended on the lake's surface. Amidst this shimmering expanse, giant lily pads floated serenely, each one crowned with a majestic tulip. These blooms came in a kaleidoscope of blues, magentas, and purples, their delicate petals unfolding like silken sails in the breeze. Some tulips stood tall, their cups open to the sky, while others remained softly closed, as if hiding the secrets of the world beneath their delicate, soft exterior.

If you let him see it, he couldn't figure it out. "This is a fragrant Saffron Silk. It can't be bought on the market now, but he knows the master who can make this kind of cloth. I want to invite him back." When it came to the clothes and the design, her face was always shining. "This kind of material is soft and thin. It can't wrinkle and is particularly drooping. It's very suitable for the summer clothes." When it came to her own realm, she was always able to talk about it with ease.

And laid right beside it, wrapped in silk, is a gown. I reach out, my scarred fingertips brushing the fabric. It isn't the deep, muted forest green of Silvercrest. It isn't the earthy, rich brown of Downridge. It’s silk woven from threads the color of molten gold and liquid amber—the color of a midday sun breaking over a frozen peaks. "He managed to get it past the primary scanners," I whisper, a tear finally cutting through the dust on my cheek.

They smell great. I look at the label again. That A is certainly his. I would recognize her among a million. I turn the label and see a little text. "Daisies are very special, they are linked to love and innocence, but each color has its meaning. The white ones represent beauty, the yellow ones for joy, the pink ones for passion, the blue ones for fidelity, and the purple ones for true love." I look at the bouquet again. Azael had put out daisies of all colors.

I hesitated, taking the roll and unfurling a section of it to get a better look. Indeed, the pattern was incredibly pretty—a delicate floral design depicting yellow daffodils and white roses wound around one another, with tiny canaries flitting between the flowers, all laid against a subtle cream-colored background. “Oh,” Zelda said, tapping the paper. “Now that’s regal.” It was. “Is there more of this?” I asked the servant. She bit her lip. “I’m not sure, ma’am. I can ask. If not, the prince will surely—”

So I prepared myself to tell Stella the bad news about Blaire. “Ugh. How hard is it to find a pale yellow silk? Honestly. You’d think I was searching for the bloody holy grail. If that’s why you’re here, I’m on it. I just haven’t quite found the right supplier yet.” I smiled. I’d put Stella on the hunt for a pale yellow, soft silk fabric to use for Blaire’s final dress. Yellow fabric was notoriously hard to find, since it tended to skew too bright. I needed something soft and subtle, otherwise I risked having Blaire look like a banana in her dress.

"Oh my god, Si, you are looking so hot today. This white dress suits you well" Claire gushed over how pretty Sierra looked. Sierra was wearing a white coloured fishtail dress that reached her toes and has a center slit in the back until the back of her knees. It has two rows of pearl strings around her sleeves. The torso of the dress has Swarovski crystals with lace detailing. The dress looked classy and very beautiful all at once. It complimented Sierra's figure, showing off her curves.

Mom gushed. "No mom, it turned out perfect." I was still beaming at my dress. Maddie's dress was almost the same as mine but only a deep burgundy color and hers didn't have the slit on the side. Maddie's was also velvet with long sleeves, but hers had a sweetheart neckline instead of the mermaid hem. Gloria's dress was much different than mine and Maddie's. Her dress is a beautiful silver but instead of velvet material it was silk with sheer fabric covering from the waist up her front and down her shoulders. Crystal snowflakes also embroidered on her dress all around the sheer fabric.