Theory Silk Blouse Novels & Stories

I left Silas' suit untouched as well and went straight for the hanger that held up my dress. Removing it from it's cover, I gasped. The entire dress was simple and elegant, made with blood red silk. It had an off the shoulder design with a deep sweetheart neckline. From what I could tell, from the waist downward the skirt of the dress flowed with a thigh high slit on either side. I'd probably have to go commando because even if I wore a thong it would still show. It surprised me that the dress was in my exact size. If Silas picked the dress out then he had an impeccable fashion sense or he just knew what would suit my pale complexion and ginger hair well.

It gave off a soft, steady warmth that made my soul feel strong and completely calm. I took a slow, deep breath, smoothing down the front of my dress. Tonight, I was not wearing a simple cloak or a plain strategic outfit. I was wearing a breathtaking, custom gown made of dark, midnight-blue silk. The fabric looked like the deep night sky just before the full moon rises. It fit my body like a second skin, clinging gently to every soft curve of my waist and hips before flowing down to the marble floor in smooth, elegant waves. Tiny silver crystals were sewn into the dark silk, sparkling like brilliant stars every time I took a step.

"Oh, my Goddess..." Even without knowing its price, I could tell it was worth a fortune. Still in shock, I quickly walked over to the first servant standing on my left and opened the next chest. The moment I saw what was inside, my mouth fell open. It was a breathtaking dress made from the finest silk I had ever seen. The fabric was so soft and smooth that it flowed effortlessly, with a gentle shine that made it look even more beautiful. Silver embroidery was carefully stitched across the dress, adding a touch of elegance without taking away from its simple beauty. It looked graceful, luxurious, and unlike anything I had ever seen before.

armor. My fingers trail across rows of designer fabrics before I pull out a tailored ivory blouse….silk, soft, but structured enough to command attention. I pair it with a high-waisted black pencil skirt that hugs my hips like it was made to worship them, the slit subtle… but intentional. A fitted charcoal blazer follows….sharp shoulders, clean lines. Power stitched into every seam. Then the heels…. black, louboutin, four inches of dominance. I dress slowly, deliberately, savoring each movement.

armor. My fingers trail across rows of designer fabrics before I pull out a tailored ivory blouse….silk, soft, but structured enough to command attention. I pair it with a high-waisted black pencil skirt that hugs my hips like it was made to worship them, the slit subtle… but intentional. A fitted charcoal blazer follows….sharp shoulders, clean lines. Power stitched into every seam. Then the heels…. black, louboutin, four inches of dominance. I dress slowly, deliberately, savoring each movement.

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.”

Jessie leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, “We act.” Jessie stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room, her fingers trailing lightly over the smooth fabric of her gown. The eggshell A-line dress hugged her curves perfectly, the nude color blending seamlessly with her skin, creating an illusion of barely wearing anything. Her red hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders, adding a fiery contrast to the softness of her attire.

From shop to shop for us to find the perfect outfit. And apparently, the perfect outfit was supposed to be formal but not too formal. So I couldn’t wear a suit ensemble. But a silk shirt, paired with matching silk pants and accessorized quite stylishly was okay. Under normal circumstances, I would have enjoyed the whole pampering. But with how occupied my mind was, I couldn’t even be still enough to get myself to relax. By 12 o’clock in the afternoon, I was done with everything and a driver was taking me to ColElectronics grounds. My heart felt strangely heavy, beating like there was actually something between Jax and I and we needed these men’s approval. I was very nervous.

At this point, I was fully willing to show up to the museum in Alex would've loved that. Reaching the last dress, I unhooked it from the hanger and held it up in front of me. It was a short slip-like dress, the color being a wine red. The neckline was a low v-neck and the back had fallen quite low with thin straps to hold the material up. Unlike the other ones, this one was simple. It was also the only one that I thought matched me the most. I just wasn't sure how it'd look on me. Taking off my clothes, I unzipped the

She didn’t just follow the theme of the event she owned it. “Come try it on.” Sera handed it over to me. The fabric felt silky and delicate beneath my fingertips. Now I understand what Sera was excited about. I walked down to the closet and put in on. It wasn’t a corset.. I hate corset but I just have to follow the trending styles most times. It was made from layers of luxurious silk and delicate tulle that felt almost weightless against my skin. The bodice was elegantly fitted without being restrictive, following the natural shape of my body before falling into a magnificent full-length skirt.