Novel & Cerita The Art Of Dressing Well Cinderella

That flicker lasted about ten seconds. “Well, if it isn’t Cinderella herself,” a saccharine voice drawled behind me. I turned to see Clarissa, my new stepsister, looking me up and down with an expression that screamed condescension. She was dressed to the nines, of course, in a figure-hugging red gown that practically screamed for attention. “Clarissa,” I greeted, my voice flat. She tilted her head, her smile cold and calculating. “You know, I wasn’t sure how you’d clean up, but I suppose gold does a decent job of hiding flaws.”

If Jay could forgive me after shoving his heart back at him, there was hope for Kris. I loosened the last tie of the smaller box and pulled the box cover off. Oh my! The words never left my lips, I was too in shock to speak. Gently, like it were made of glass, I lifted the dress from the box. It was a maroon number with sequins lining the bodice, a sweetheart neckline and a high slit that would give Chloe Bailey a run for her money. It was beautiful. “Oh! A princess gown!” Johnny squealed and giggled as he made his way to me. Yeah! If Cinderella became an exotic dancer at midnight. A note was tucked neatly by the side.

Merriweather will be disappointed if I don’t get everything I want. I find it hard to unabashedly spend someone else’s money, but I do buy a few things I really like. Cindy won’t let me look at the price tags as she makes a collection of dresses for me to try on. When I go into the dressing room to try them on, she makes me promise not to look at the price while I’m in there either. I try to keep the promise, but it’s hard. At least I try on the first one before I look. It is a short, black cocktail dress, and even though I believe what Jeff tells me about my butt being too big and my boobs being too saggy, I don’t think it looks too bad on me. I think I might get it. Cindy asks me to come o

“We’ve worked together for years.” He disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the water turn on. “He’s just steaming the dress,” Lydia explained. “Hold still. You have great lines.” The next hour flew by as Lydia twirled my dark hair up and pinned it with tiny pale blue flowers. The lightness of the tiny flowers made my dark hair shine. She turned me away from the mirror to do my makeup, but she did it all so much faster than I ever was able to do myself. “Don’t look in the mirror until you have the dress on,” Lydia told me. “That way you’ll get the full effect.”

My head thunked hard and I saw stars. Everything went crazy. Someone grabbed the Queen Mother. Someone grabbed me. Lace hung from my dress in a long strip, showing the soft pink satin underneath. It felt like I was more exposed than if I were naked. My pale pink high heeled shoe sat on the bottom step looking like Cinderella had left it there for the prince to find.

Mercy's Pov beautiful chandeliers are hanging on the ceiling, sparkling with excitement just like my eyes, they can not hide the excitement and happiness they contain. I'm in a designer huge princess dress that perfectly hugs my body, it has a lot of sparkles and sparkling shoes, my hair is done in an updo, and top it with a sparkling tiara. Just like in the fairytales that I watched when I was little, I feel like Cinderella except that I don't have an evil step mom and sisters.

she quickly said. "Okay, Miss Cindy. We'll need to take care of your appearance now," she told her. "Take care of my appearance? But I'm fully dressed," Cindy said, looking down at her nice dress. She didn't want to take off this beautiful dress so soon. She hadn't even shown it off the way she wanted to. "We're heading to a high-class ball party in a few hours, and we need to get you prepared," the lady said, leaving Cindy speechless.

She opened her eyes and stared at Rosa who was staring at the bracelet. “I’m going to dump this” Rosa said and Rhoda quickly took it from her. “No, I’ll keep it. This looks so expensive “ Rhoda said and Rosa rolled her eyes at her. “We better start making arrangements for your wedding” *********** *********** Hannah is seen walking down the stairs looking so beautiful. She had wore the gown Arianna had told her to wear. Arianna who was sitting at the dinning table smiled as she saw how beautiful Hannah was looking. She truly look so much like her daughter, Cinderella.

They held hands and danced an imaginary waltz, while Margie, seeing them, took out her philosophy, “You are beautiful; of course, with the arrangement, you look better, the clothes adorn your beauty, or the other way around. What would be the fate of a beautiful dress kept forever or of a pretty woman in rags, like Cinderella? That poor girl, if it had not been for the fairy godmother or the magic tree who dressed her up as a princess. It would have been impossible for the prince to fall in love when he saw her dressed as a child and full of soot. Not that he was materialistic; what happens is that taste comes first through the eyes.

How could he tell me what to do? I flinched when his hand touched my injured foot. Carefully, he lifts it and slip it inside the shoe with his eyes never leaving mine. That gentle smile across his handsome face, as he crouch down before me. "... my Cinderella."