Stolas Dress Novels & Stories

I nodded okay and they walked out, and Ryott helped me get into my dress. I love the dress that Jaz had made for me and was made by my favorite designer, Christian Siriano. It was a beautiful satin and lace puff tea length lavender dress that hugged my curves in all the right places, it was sleeveless and backless with spaghetti straps. Ryott put on some final touches and stood me in front of the floor length mirror. Wow, they did a great job, I didn’t even recognize myself. This was a different look even different from my stage look and persona.

He clenched his fists. "Dude" it's a family dinner why do you seem like you are about to go on a rage" Valerio asked. Grandpa Marquees and William's called Hayden and Valerio to the study °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° In Ron's room She handed Lola a dress and left her to change. Lola put on the dress and looked at the mirror. It was a black low back form fitting gown with a slit by the side reaching her mid thigh.

we don't care about your name please just lead the way to you best clothe line "I cut in and he nodded " okay this at then "he said taking to a roll filled with most impressive and magnificent cloths with fabulous design. to tell you the truth I was taken aback . "woa this is fantastic " Zola shrieked with eyes wide open . after walking for a while I finally found something unique ,a gown blood red design with purple crystallin stones . the gown was an armless type and damn it sure looks expensive "how much for that " I ask pointing at it and he gasped

STORM I am standing in front of the full-length mirror, turning from side to side as I smooth my palms down the dress I am wearing. My hair is a thick tousled cascade of unruly curls held up in place, some strands curling around my face. The gown I am wearing is a black fitting, long, with a deep open back. I look so good like a royal… and different. My eyes are ringed with soft charcoal black, my lashes accentuated with heavy mascara my lips coated with a deep red, making my makeup look edgy as well as complementary.

This is not a joke Stacy," Kloe acted offended even though she wasn't. " I know, but seriously, what is he going to do? He's going to be happy, let's stop talking while you get going please, come on," Stacy took her by the hand. " Wait, I should change," Kloe stopped her and quickly ran into her room. Five minutes later, she returned with a nice outfit, a cyan gown decorated with beautiful blue roses. Kloe had picked this design herself. " You can't believe that I haven't worn mine in a while, it's just too beautiful," Stacy remarked, she also had a dress similar to that with the exact decorative pattern.

I stared at it in shock. I’m no skinny fit and this dress was …awful! “It’s a fetish dress,” drawled St Just, his eyes narrow as he took in my expression of horror when I saw it lying on the bed. For the black dress reached mid-thigh, clinging to my body, and it was barely there! A mini dress with spaghetti straps, it had a sheer midriff, exposing my body to eh world! The decorations on the dress were weird, made of cord and metal rings and I had an unpleasant idea how they would be put to use.

“You don’t mind blue, right? I think it would suit you.” “Whatever is fine, but not this,” I said, referring to my pencil skirt and floral blouse. As promised, Coulson brought me to one of the Stark Apparel stores in Manhattan, and the dress was already provided when we came. It was a royal blue halter, backless, long dress with a slit at my right leg up to half of my thigh. They even gave me a pair of sapphire earring studs with white, small gemstones around them. “It’s beautiful, Coulson,” I remarked.

“I’m glad to hear it, Madam! Now, let’s try the wedding toast dress…” “What?” Stella was stunned. “There’s more?!” “Of course!” replied the designer cordially. “We’ve prepared many options for you, and we strive for perfection in each dress…” par Before she could finish her sentence, Weston suddenly pulled the curtain away and strode in from the other side of the room.

"Pick out a dress for yourself, please." I took in a deep breath, sensing that something had changed with Lionel again. I nodded. "Alright, show me the dresses then." The stylists brought out a small selection of dresses, each one a deep red. They were beautiful. They all felt too beautiful for me. I picked the one in the middle, a dress that was fitted up top with off the shoulder sleeves and a skirt that flowed down to the knees. I took the dress into a small room that they had turned into a fitting room they had set up for us.

Isobel I checked the dress closely, admiring the V-neck, sleeveless, high-slit split gown. It was even lovelier than I had imagined. Clearly made for elegance, designed to make the wearer stand out. I stared at it from top to bottom, gently touching the fabric, and feeling its texture. To Lorrie, I must have looked like an innocent little girl admiring the most beautiful toy she had ever seen. Lorrie smiled and reached out, touching my shoulders.