Sixteen Candles Dresses Novels & Stories

the man bowed and left. Candy walked back in and immediately checked what was in the bag. She gasped, seeing a dress. Gosh, another one! She hadn't worn the one he gave her in the office, and yet he bought another. "Wait, is this Celestial Elegance? Oh my gawd," Candy covered her lips. It was handcrafted with imported silk and adorned with Swarovski crystals. Each piece was one-of-a-kind, tailored to perfection. It was breathtaking, and Candy couldn't wait to wear it. She reached for her phone and called him.

Lyla POV: As I spun around in front of the full-length mirror, I took a moment to let the sight of my reflection sink in. The dress that the twins had picked out for me was a mesmerizing blend of elegance and simplicity – white with intricate floral prints and tiny pearls embellishing it. It was shoulderless, revealing a hint of the smooth skin of my collarbone and shoulders. The bodice, crafted from sheer fabric, clung perfectly from my chest to my hips, and the rest of the dress cascaded down to my feet in waves of silky softness.

In the second box were scented candles, each one with a different fragrance. Then I noticed the third box, slightly larger than the others. Reaching for it, I expected maybe another set of candles or something along the lines. But when I pulled off the lid, I found myself staring at a luxurious black dress, folded and draped in soft tissue paper. My breath hitched as I took in the rich, silky fabric that seemed to catch the light even in this dim room. I set the box down, as I reached for the smallest box. Inside was a pair of sleek, designer heels that would perfectly match the dress.

Zara. She stood in the center of the room, a vision in crimson silk that clung to her every curve. The dress—if you could call it that—was daring, with slits that ran up both sides, revealing long legs adorned with shimmering anklets. The fabric caught the light, giving her an ethereal glow, while delicate chains draped across her bare shoulders added a hint of decadence. Her dark hair was pulled back into an intricate braid, loose strands framing her face, her lips painted a bold scarlet.

Dinner is served in an elegant, well-lit dining room, but even the warm glow of flickering candles and the crackling fireplace can't soften the chill seeping into my bones. The red silk dress is a calculated spectacle — a plunging neckline, backless, hugging every curve like a second skin. The candlelight flickers against the fabric, making it shimmer and gleam as though inviting eyes to trace every inch of me. I can feel it working — the hungry stares, the weight of their attention on my bare arms , legs and quiet frankly my chest.

Soon enough, the table brightened up with colorful candles, yellow, grey, white, pink and finally, lavender. “The candles are pretty, Your Grace.” That was Eva who was seated right beside Lillia, eyes brimming brightly in admiration. Having experienced a makeover with Lillia, her dress sense had changed quite significantly. Short strands of white hair brushed against her forehead as confusion furrowed her brows. “I haven’t seen colours like this on candles.” She breathed. “Thank you Eva. That’s because I specifically had them made for this occasion.” Lillia faced Eva, her voice rising warmly.

It had green decorations and it smelled good, it was a 10 points presentation. Before ordering, she decided to read the menu carefully, although she wanted something simple and to have on the go. There were many interesting drinks with extravagant names, Liz found it funny, she loved trying new things. As there were not many people waiting in line, the cashier was extra patient with Liz and her questions about ingredients. She was a cute girl with the two front locks of her hair dyed pink and she was carrying a little pin of a bisexual flag on her uniform. Liz was a nice and natural flirter and thought the cashier was totally into her after talking for a few seconds with her.

She beams at him, almost glowing with joy, her fiery red hair aflame from the multitudinous candles and bonfires around their pack grounds. Her dress is a nontraditional champagne or blush pink color with a high, bateau neckline in front, and a low, deep V on the back. The skirt drapes down from the lace trimmed belt at her slim waist into a full, sweeping ballgown. Her bright red curls are pulled out of her face into a half up, half down look with a thick, loose braid and smaller braids randomly woven throughout the remainder of her curls tumbling down her back. She carries a bouquet of white anemone and various local greenery and berries.

"Shall we?" I nod, letting her go ahead. She eagerly reaches in and pulls out a stunning dark green dress. "Wow," she whispers, echoing my thoughts exactly. The dress is stunning—an A-line gown with spaghetti straps, its bodice adorned with sparkling rhinestones. It shimmers under the light, cascading down to the floor in a way that’s both elegant and enchanting. The dress has a daring side slit that promises to reveal just the right amount of leg with each step. It’s more of a prom dress than a party dress, but it’s undeniably beautiful.

The note read: Violet, My beautiful love I have had a special team working on this hybrid rose for you. Ever since I saw the blue flame I knew I could find a way to show you my love for you. And to remind you that with both flames working together you can do amazing things to help others. I love you. Love Jaylor. P.S. Move the paper to reveal the other present. As soon as I removed the tissue paper I saw a note on top of a dress. The note said Happy birthday on it. As soon as I read the note I thought could it really be that time already? Is is really my sixteenth birthday today? I look down lost in my own thoughts and they immediately come to a halt as I let out a gasp when I see the dress