Song White Dress Novels & Stories

She exclaimed, forgetting her vow not to let anyone knows who she was. "Your funny, Senorita. You're a bit strange but adorable." Maya grinned at her. "Let's go party!" Despite what happened, she was in high spirit. The beautiful gown called traje de mestiza has an embroidered top with small flowers stitched to it. The skirt has the same intricate floral pattern but in the color of yellow and green. When she wore it, it felt good, and she felt like she was back in school when they dressed up for National Costume Day. She bet her sister would be green in envy when she saw this gown.

Alex's smile grew wider as she replied, "Thanks to that amazing massage, I'm stress-free. And as for the online buzz, it'll all blow over once they see me walk the red carpet." With that, she stepped out of the car, her long legs emerging from the vehicle in a graceful motion. Alex's gown was a beautiful sleek and shimmering silver color that caught the light and seemed to glow as Alex moved. A long dress that fit her body perfectly. It had a high slit in the front and was decorated with intricate details. Her blonde hair was styled in soft, flowing waves that framed her face. She looked stunning and elegant, turning heads as she entered the Golden Star Awards.

But then Maya looked at me, wolf-whistled, and said, “Holy shit, Ava. You’re, like, a supervillain.” I snorted, but something in me liked the sound of it. Sofia returned with her own selection—a slip dress in metallic gold so thin it looked poured on. She dropped the robe, slipped the dress over her head, and in five seconds was party-ready. The dress had no back, dipped to her waist in front, and stopped just at the point of legal decency at her thighs. She didn’t bother with a bra, or even underwear, as far as I could tell.

He told us at lunch. “Gala tonight. Black-tie. You’re both coming.” Sloane almost dropped her fork. Vincent didn’t look up from his phone. “I already had dresses sent up. They’re on your bed. Be ready at six. No underwear.” That was it. The dresses were identical except for the color. Mine was deep green. Sloane’s was black. Both floor-length, high neck, long sleeves. Conservative enough that no one would look twice.

When I requested clarification, Sophia would explain to the others I was not from here. After our time at the salon ended, we left with new hairstyles for Sophia's apartment. There, I finished getting ready for my date. After careful deliberation, Sophie decided on the dark lavender dress over the black and the blue ones. The top half of this dress fitted closely with no sleeves. A cross of knotted Xs designed the back, leaving parts of my skin bare. The tail of the gown was loose. A single slit ran along my upper thigh to the hem of the dress, exposing more skin whenever I walked.

The soft fabric flowed like liquid sunlight, complementing her fiery hair perfectly. I smoothed my own dress nervously, stepping into the light. My first choice was a long, sapphire-blue A-line gown with delicate spaghetti straps and a matching front slit. The rich color made me feel regal, though I wasn’t sure it screamed “birthday girl.” We admired each other’s looks, sharing a laugh before heading back to try on our second choices. Susan was already waiting for me outside her booth, casually texting on her phone. When she finally looked up, her eyes widened in stunned approval.

I’ve already packed what we need, so just bring your sexy self,’ Rowan said and cut off the link. He had packed? Were we staying outside the pack tonight? I couldn’t wait to see what he had planned. After showering, I got into the silver dress that Rowan had prepared for me. It was short, but covered the right places, accentuating the shape of my hips and leaving my ass more pronounced. The dress was sleeveless with two straps that dipped into an open back style, leaving my back completely exposed. It fit me like second skin, and I looked hot in it.

the woman answered, glancing around with interest. Further down, a young fashion writter whispered to her photographer, "Make sure to get good shots of the entrance. The lighting here is perfect." As the seats filled up, a voice over the speaker announced, "The show will begin shortly. Please take your seats and enjoy the experience." The great hall was filled with excitement as Sylvania Scarlet walked in. She wore the most stylish white dress with beautiful lace material and transparent, flowing sleeves. The dress shined lightly under the lights, perfectly complementing the bridal theme of the event. Her hair was styled in loose waves, attired with a silver earring that shined as she moved.

"Fine I won't ask any more questions, let's see what you should wear on your date...." "It's not a date, we are just having dinner together" she spoke covering her face with the clothes on her bed "All right then if you say so, let's get a dress for your dinner event. is that more proper" asked Sylvester, he got on his feet, looking for a dress that would fit Karen properly after doing that, he helped her style her hair in a way that it was dropping down her shoulders. She wore a sleeveless navy blue gown, that hugged her body but not so tightly, they had prints of white on the edge, Karen's shoulders were exposed which Sylvester complemented with a set of gold necklace, he had bought for he

Sariel's point of view SUNDAY ANNIVERSARY PARTY I’ve dressed myself in a purple silk A-line cocktail dress with a clavicle-framing neckline. It fits with flares at the shoulders for an extravagant look and has soft, molded sleeves that follow my natural curves. The theme is pastel, and the dress code is cocktail attire for girls. We’re going to the mansion, and Tito has already arrived. Murphy? He's downstairs, talking to my mom. Tsk, as if my mom would actually like him for me.