Theory Silk Blouse Novels & Stories

The sheets are pale blue silk, still scented with her perfume. “Strip.”

, she nods her head and excuses herself from the room, gently shutting the door behind her. I pick the purple dress, examining it. The dress is a stunning shade of purple, it’s made out of silk and it’s a knee-length dress. The cut is flattering, hugging my curves and flowing out in a soft A-line. The silk fabric is luxurious, it shimmers in the light and feels so soft against my palm, as I run my hands against it. I really like the gown, the fact that it’s made out of silk and it’s purple makes me love it even more. I’ll feel so comfortable wearing the gown since it’s made out of silk.

A current running just beneath the skin. I stood by the mirror in the back fitting room, adjusting the sleeve of a new sample blouse. Raw silk, off-shoulder, hand-dyed in a muted hue somewhere between smoke and lilac. I wasn’t sure it flattered me, but that wasn’t the point. I needed to see how it moved when I walked, how it responded to skin, to light, to time. My reflection didn’t give answers. It never really had. A knock on the doorframe made me turn.

The care of someone, I looked at this, turned it over, held it up: the care of someone making a decision. The blouse was the right weight for a September morning indoors. It moved the way silk moved, with the specific cooperation of a fabric that understood its own nature. I did the buttons, all of them, each one, the correct placement, the standard achieved exactly and completely. I looked in the mirror for longer than I usually did. The silk did the thing with the light.

Intricate golden thread embroidery danced across the fabric, weaving tales of myth and majesty reminiscent of tapestries from the era. The sleeves, a masterpiece of their own, billowed in sheer silk, starting from a tightly fitted upper arm before erupting into an extravagant display of volume and elegance, ending in delicate cuffs that mirrored the intricate patterns of the bodice. The skirt was a spectacle, layers of the same sapphire silk cascading in a waterfall of fabric, each tier edged with golden lace, catching the light with every movement, creating a mesmerizing effect that seemed to blend past and present.

The blazer is a different story. Dotted in different hues of gray, its design is a combination of vintage and contemporary, all delicately conveyed on a charmeuse exterior. Pearls button the sides of each sleeve and hang off the silk dress shirt like the final touch to a masterpiece. “Woah, it’s amazing! Seriously, I didn’t expect it to be this gorgeous.” Her cheeks hurt due to the endless beaming. Ariana grins wider when Lance and Alex both chime in awe of the suit.

I'd never tried on this kind of dress before; due to my personality and also my profession as a doctor, I'd always go for something plain and simple. Wearing this will feel like wearing nothing! “Olivia, Come on!” Bonnie whined. “Give it a try. Just one try, for me!” How could I resist her child-like pouty look as she stared at me eagerly? I reached out to touch the dress and the sales lady came hurrying in our way with an excited look. “Great! You have an excellent taste, Ma’am! This is the brand's limited edition debut dress this year, ‘Blooming Rose,’ with only five of its kind in the world, made of premium silk fabric. Coincidentally, our store only has this one.”

Lilyana just smiled at her makeup artist's words. "Okay, Lily, try on this dress. This is a dress that I made especially for you. I don't think anyone deserves to wear this dress more than you." "Excellent work, Emi!" Lilyana wore a light blue patterned dress with small flowers. The dress fell gracefully on her body, accentuating her beautiful curves. "Very good! As expected, this dress was made for you. You really look like a fairy." "Lilyana, you are always perfect."

I couldn't really blame him, because I was also feeling rather uncomfortable with the showy and vibrant silk cloth caressing my skin. The silk bring pink satin sat loose on my shoulders. They draped slightly off my shoulders, giving away to the white creamy skin that sat exposed underneath it. A deep 'V' cut nearly exposed my breasts as they gently laid over my chest, hugging them to give them shape. The stomach sat exposed, showing off every faded scar I had earned over the course of six years. Further down, was a skirt that hung loose on my hips. It flowed in the wind with grace, whispering quietly as it brushed against my skin. It reached down to my knee caps and stopped, leaving the rest

"Camilla, it's barely past dawn. What are you talking about? What is that?" "Your saving grace," she said, zipping open the bag with a sharp slice. The fabric that spilled out took the breath right out of my lungs. It was a magnificent, flowing formal dress made of the heaviest, most luxurious midnight-blue silk I had ever seen. The material was unreal; it caught the light, shifting from a deep indigo to a dangerous, icy silver every time Camilla moved it. The neckline was sharp and modern, and the skirt fell in thick pools that looked like the night sky turned into liquid cloth.