Sixteen Candles Dresses Novels & Stories

Daisy didn't think too much and helped Hazel pick clothes with enthusiasm. Hazel glanced at Daisy's clothes. All of them were beautiful. She picked up one casually and said, "This one!" "Ah?" Daisy looked at the dress... Sean had a designer specially design it for her 16th birthday. The hem of the dress was inlaid with small diamonds, and the abbreviation of her name was engraved on the collet of each diamond. The dress meant a lot to her. "Er..." Daisy hesitated and said, "Not this one. Why don't you choose another one?"

I'll worry about the prices after I get an idea of what I'm supposed to wear. A moment later, I'm locked inside a luxurious fitting room, staring at a row of beautiful party dresses. Most are very short - though a couple are knee-length - and all of them are what Cynthia would describe as "glitzy." Sparkles and sequins wink at me in the glow from the golden lights hanging over the mirror.

After a few hours of planning everything was done and ready. In their huge dressing room Selene made three dresses appear, the girls were all getting ready together. “Omg this dress is amazing! Lee won’t be able to take his eyes off of me”, Mariana held a beautiful red dress with a thigh high split on both sides. Her dress has spaghetti straps with the back completely open. Nahla grabbed a beautiful royal blue sweetheart style ballgown with a long cape flowing. There were crystals scattered throughout the dress making it look like you were staring at the night skies constellations.

Anabel's design is arranged on the fifteenth. When the host announced Anabel's name, Claudia took her to take a closer look and nodded, "Very good, flawless." Anabel took the corner of her skirt, walked slowly onto the stage, held the microphone, turned her head, and looked at the big screen on which her graduation project was projected. This time her design is a wedding dress, a fiery red dress with a long skirt, a tube top design, a flamingo wrapped around the skirt, and the crested head stretches to the chest, the flamingo crown extends to the shoulders, is made of gold.

"Now, let's focus on your attire..." Asterin's words are interrupted by Astrea's cheerful call. She holds up a dress, a vision in nightshade with intricate silver embellishments and alluring swirls adorning its fabric. It's reminiscent of Calia's provocative attire, albeit more modest with only subtle hints of transparency. However, the dress features daring slits on both sides, offering glimpses of my thighs. The neckline plunges into a deep V-cut, drawing attention to my midriff. "You'll steal the spotlight at the party in this," Asterin assures me, her smile mirroring her sister's enthusiasm.

There were quite a few dresses in the wardrobe that Charlotte usually felt embarrassed to touch, after all, each one of them looked expensive. Charlotte had chosen a white, waist-cinching midi dress with three-quarter sleeves. The dress was a new summer release from Brand A, featuring a faux belt design around the waist. The belt was adorned with floating camellia embroidery, making her waist look even smaller and more delicate.

Something made me come closer, and a few steps later I knew why. "Candle wax and white sage," I muttered, inhaling familiar, witch-like scents. A small, carved in the wood, sign said, "Cassandra's Boutique." I walked inside, and my eyes widened as I saw five or six long hanger stands filled with exquisite gowns. "Wow," I muttered, taking in the variety of designs, ornaments, and colorful fabrics.

She turns the laptop so I can see the screen. “What do you think of these dresses?” she asks me. My heart drops on one knee. On the screen are rows of wedding dresses of all kinds from ivory silk with lace overlays, to those with scandalous plunging necklines, dresses in line with her style. The prices listed are in the range of high five and six figures. Jodie points to one of them, a trim, off-the-shoulder gown with delicate beading. “That’s the one I have my eye on. What do you think?”

The color scheme—at least what we agreed on—is moonlit lavender, soft blush, and shades of champagne gold, though honestly, I’ve lost count of how many different fabric swatches have been waved in front of me. The central hall is being transformed into an enchanted glade, with twinkling lights strung like stars across the high beams and hand-carved wooden lanterns lining the walkways. I caught a glimpse of the florist—a stern old wolf named Maera—barking orders like a general as she oversaw the hanging of the floral arch under which Nox and I will seal our bond. And the dress. Oh, Moon, the dress. The lead stylist and a few omega seamstresses have practically made one of the empty rooms thei

I shrug it off and climb out of my bed, heading towards the closet. It is filled with dresses and outfits that all seem to be made of fire. I slip into one of my favorites, a long black dress that looks like burning embers in the red light. It has intricate designs running along the fitted bodice and jeweled accents across the neckline. I pick up my crown from where it rests on a small pillow on my dresser. The elaborate designs of the black metal make it match my dress perfectly. I place it on my head with a grin, smoothing down my fiery red hair.