Title 9 Dresses Novels & Stories

It was so thoughtful of Lucas to get me an assistant that would fill in for me, I was supposed to be at the meeting with the investors but I guess he'd sorted it out with my assistant and all I had to do was the paperwork. I went into the bathroom to shower, squishing extra hard on the citrus gel wash. I wanted to put in more effort in smelling nice– I always did, but this one was different. A black box was lying at the bottom of my closet, I smiled, picked it up and opened the package. "Lord have mercy," the surprise was a black Emporium Macron fall dress limited edition. She'd just produced five of the dresses with tags, my jaw dropped when I saw the number 1. Etched in silver at the edge

Before I could respond, the door opened and two women stepped in, carrying dresses. Not just dresses. Weapons. Silk, velvet, black lace, silver beading that caught the light like shards of broken glass. Gowns not made for weddings… they were made for war. My throat went dry. Valerio gestured toward them like a king presenting spoils. “Choose. But remember… you’re not going there to hide. You’re going there to burn.” The first dress was deep crimson, like spilled wine. Floor length, hugging my curves. Too loud, too obvious maybe.

I felt naked under her gaze. Ingrid laid out the dresses on the couch, hanging each with surgical precision. Twelve pieces. Twelve works of art. A tight black dress with a plunging V neckline and a slit that screamed *not for the shy.* A burgundy satin one that poured over skin like liquid. A white lace one, see-through, hand-embroidered flowers. A midnight blue backless dress with pearl accents. The rest were equally absurdly perfect. And they all screamed one thing: She’s going out with someone important. Very important.

There are 10 mannequins wearing 10 beautiful dresses. "These 10 dresses are my unique and limited collections. This is not yet out in the market. I only made one dress per style so only one person can wear and own it. Your boyfriend bought all of them. He said you're unique and the only one for him so he wanted a dress that you can only wear."

My heart skips a beat as I carefully tear away the wrapping, revealing the dress inside. My eyes widen and my jaw drops as I look at the dress. It’s stunning. The dress is a deep, vibrant shade of red that shimmers under the light. The fabric feels soft and luxurious to the touch, flowing effortlessly in my hands. It’s an off-shoulder gown with a fitted bodice that flares out gently, not too dramatic but elegant. The intricate gold embroidery along the neckline and hem is what catches my eye next. Delicate vines and floral patterns are woven into the fabric, giving the dress a regal, almost ethereal feel.

A few minutes later, Emma reappeared with three dresses for me to choose from. She laid out the three dresses on the bed, each vying for my attention like pieces of art on display. The room was a canvas of possibilities, and I found myself standing before a palette of choices. The first dress, a sleek black gown, beckoned with a sophisticated allure. Its fabric seemed to whisper promises of mystery, boasting a daring low back that hinted at untold secrets. As I traced its silhouette with my fingers, I couldn't deny the subtle power it exuded.

***** The dressmaker was a young woman of twenty. My room was filled with an arrays of colourful dresses with different styles, each have a unique style of its own. Alpha King Damien sure knows how to make a woman swoon. Fifty new dresses. Some are flowing maxi dresses with floral patterns, there are silks, satins, and cotton blends, that glitters and catch the eye. I test try each of the dress, assessing how they fit and flatter my shape. Just a few days in Alpha King Damien's palace have accentuated my curves. Beatrice was helping me organize the dresses I had tried on.

The girl engaged to the almighty Santos. "Miss Moretti," she said, her voice warm. "How can I help you?" "I need a dress," I said. "For a dinner tonight." "This way!" She smiled gleefully and led me deeper into the store. The dress found me before I found it. It was hanging on a display near the back, deep red like blood, with a fitted bodice and a skirt that flowed like water. Simple. Elegant. Powerful. I touched the fabric, and it was soft under my fingers.

The whole trial room goes silent . I silently change into the eyecatching burgundy dress . It had fine good quality sequins that weren't irritating to the touch or to the eye . It had a sweetheart neckline attached to thin straps and the back was so low , it was practically backless , held by crossed extended straps . It's gorgeous . I look in the mirror . " That . Is . Perfect . " Her eyes pop out of her sockets . " ALEXIS YOU BETTER WEAR THAT TONIGHT OR ELSE I'LL KIDNAP YOU AND FORCE YOU TO WEAR IT . " She shouts in excitement .

"How did he know my exact measurements for everything? It’s like this dress was made just for me." Brandon smiled, a touch of pride in his voice. "Ethan pays attention to details, that’s for sure." Britney’s dress was a deep blue velvet that fit her like a second skin, highlighting every curve. The strapless design and sweetheart neckline framed her shoulders and collarbones perfectly. The bodice had a subtle ruching that added texture without overwhelming the sleek silhouette.