Stolas Dress Novels & Stories

“You know there were days I felt getting Jeffery's attention was by blowing up the black card, and I went crazy shopping in Estella's department store. This is where I found this dress.” “This is a masterpiece!” I exclaimed, standing up to inspect the dress. It was off-shouldered with long sleeves and had small shiny diamonds all over it, with a slit on one side that reached midthigh. I turned to Anita,”Thank you.” She waved it off. ”It is nothing,really. Now let's get you ready!” She smirked,waving a makeup brush at me. *

“Now all of the dresses are going to have to be fitted so they will be big.” “That’s okay. Always easier to go smaller then bigger.” Avalon chuckled causing Rosalie to giggle as her fingers fell on a dress. It was beautiful and her heart leapt for it. She pushed the others out and looked at this one closer. It was an off the shoulder dress with a sweet heart neck line. The left cup had a three fold on it that led down to a beautiful silver buckle. The dress pleated out smoothly to the ground. The bottom had beautiful lace work done. From the buckle down the skirt had simple gems almost reminding her of the starry night but on white. “Would you like me to pull that for you to try?” Stacy aske

31. Date night Tonya has made a hell of a fuss to totally dress me up. Jax never mentioned what kind of date this is, but by the way Tonya has dressed me, I’m sure it’s something extremely classy. The dress is a long dress, right down to the ankles, with a slit going way up my thigh, a waterfall cleavage and thin shoulder straps all held in a dark navy blue with a slight glitter to it. It’s sexy and classy in one go. As it’s already autumn she paired it with a faux fur white bolero jacket and matching navy blue high heels. Even my wedding dress with Drake didn’t look this classy. As she never let me look at the prices, I’m nearly sure it must have cost a fortune.

- HAZEL - I stare at my figure in the mirror as the midnight blue dress lines down my body. It is a sleeveless, deep cowl neck, strap detail, open back dress. My revealed back is lined with diamonds on the strap and two ties hangs down behind me from both ends of my neck till it reaches my ankles. The shimmer of my outfit catches my eyes. This fit is layered with stones all over.

As we walk in, the attendants immediately stand at attention as if they already know who Thalia is. "Good day, miss," the first attendant says. He is definitely gay, with his tailored suit, perfectly knotted tie, and subtle mascara. "We need a dress for my friend," Thalia says with authority. "It's a formal party, and let's not take all day." I've never seen Thalia exert such power before; it's as if she knows she holds sway here. After two hours and fifteen dresses that I needed help getting in and out of, Thalia finally settles on what she believes suits me best. It's an all-black, off-shoulder dress with a strap over my high left shoulder, crossing elegantly over my collarbone. There's a

She stared at Stella with what looked like admiration, before turning and giving me a pointed look. Resisting for what felt like the twentieth time today—the urge to sigh—I finally let my eyes drift down. She'd worn a dark red dress, the Valeras colour. Strips of gold adorned the side, as it flowed down to just at her ankle. The silk material hugged her curves perfectly, a slit running up one side. Gold bands adorned her wrists, catching the light when she moved. My lips parted, as my eyes went back to her face, to the colour of her eyes.

ϖϖϖϖϖϖ “This isn’t too much, right?” Nora muttered, staring at her reflection for the third time that evening. Her dress was a show-stopper: a black, high-necked, sleeveless gown that hugged her curves like it was made for her. Silver crystals and tiny stones glittered down one side, where a slit ran high up her thigh. Her long, dyed red ombré hair flowed past her waist. The matching stilettos caught the light, her diamond necklace glowed, and for a moment she looked like she belonged on a runway instead of at a corporate party.

As I debated between two dresses, a knock sounded on my door. “By the way,” Harold’s voice came through, “he specifically requested you wear the red dress that arrived yesterday.” The red dress? Oh, so that’s why it was bought. “Got it!” I called back. I pulled the dress from its hanger and held it up. It was stunning. The design was simple but elegant, with long sleeves and a deep V-neck. The fabric cinched at the waist and fell in soft waves to the floor. Tiny, sparkling stones were stitched along the neckline and waist, adding a touch of glamour.

"Kat! Oh my God! This dress is killer. You look like you're about to break hearts tonight." She pulled Katherine into a tight hug, her hands lingering on the smooth fabric over Katherine's back. Katherine laughed, hugging back, the press of bodies already warming her skin. "Thanks. I figured I'd dress up a bit, the end of exams deserves it." She glanced around, spotting familiar faces. Mark from their study group nursing a beer by the kitchen island, Lisa and Tom grinding slowly to the music near the speakers and a few others she recognized from classes. “Come on, drinks first!" Stacy grabbed her hand, weaving through the crowd to the bar setup on the counter, bottles of vodka, tequila, mixe

ROSALINDA. The past few days have been really overwhelming for me. I've been deeply involved in assisting with the arrangements for both Sofia's wedding and her Engagement party. Today, however, was the engagement party. I was dressed in a red lacy dress that boasted an off-shoulder neckline, gracefully revealing my décolletage and an enticing amount of my cleavage. The lower part of the dress had a thigh-high slit, exposing just the right amount of my legs. The entire look exuded flirtatiousness, but did I care? I simply dressed in what I felt beautiful in.