Title 9 Dresses Novels & Stories

“Oh.” I stopped on the last step. “Don’t start.” “I haven’t said anything.” “You’re thinking too loudly.” Athena tilted her head. “Black midi. Natural makeup. Understated. Acceptable.” “Thank you, censorship board.” Maya stepped closer, circling me halfway like a stylist. “This is not the dress that emotionally damages men for free.” “Correct. This is the dress that sends an invoice afterward.” Gabriella lifted her face from the tablet. “I like that one.”

“Nine months pregnant. Attending a gala three weeks after birth. We need strategic construction. Built-in support. Forgiveness in all the right places.” “You make it sound like architecture.” “Fashion is architecture. For bodies. Trust me.” She disappears into the back. Returns with six dresses. “Try these. We’ll adjust from there.” The first dress is emerald green. Stunning. Too tight. Second is navy. Classic. Too formal. Third is burgundy. Beautiful. Too dramatic. Fourth is champagne. Soft. Elegant. Perfect. I step out of the dressing room. Evelyn gasps. Actually gasps. “That’s the one. Absolutely the one.”

I stepped into the next room and changed into the dress. The dress was just perfect. It had this fluffy material at the collar and at the end of the sleeve. The dress hugged my body at all the right places from the neck region down to my waist. It was however free and flowing from the waist downward. It had tiny pieces of diamonds attached to it all around that made it shone under a perfect illumination. It was a perfect example of those dresses the Queens wore in the 90s. I stepped out of the changing room. "Wow! You're really gonna relive the moment, Suzy. This looks great." The costume manager complimented. I rolled my eyes at his compliment.

the madame instructed. Even if she said that, it wasn’t easy for me to pick out a dress. First of all, I had never worn anything quite fancy like these before. The dresses presented were all modern-looking short dresses in various colors and styles. One was a magenta pink with long sleeves and a slit that would run up one side of my thigh. The second one was a black sleeveless dress with lace decoration. The third was white with light pink, rosy patterns with puffy sleeves. The last was a sky-blue dress with a belt around the waist, short sleeves, and a skirt that looked the most normal out of all the rest. “What about my maid uniform?” I asked.

My eyes land on the dress, and I feel a little spark of excitement. The dress is a beautiful mix of black and white. Its fitted bodice has long sleeves that exude understated elegance, with a round neckline that keeps it classic. Geometric patterns of white dots and lines swirl across the black fabric, creating a striking contrast that draws the eye. The cinched waist accentuates my figure perfectly, while the skirt flares out just enough to add a touch of playful movement. A broad white band at the hemline ties everything together with a refined, textured finish. It’s chic, versatile, and perfect for whatever Kassian has planned.

The lukewarm shower water massaged my entire body, but I refused to linger, continuing to choose my clothes in Arthemisya's closet. Throughout her life, the girl loved all kinds of dresses. This could also be related to her branding as a pop singer descended from heaven. I don't know; honestly, it's hard for me. Ninety percent of Arthemisya's golden wardrobe consisted of lace dresses in warm colors. They ranged from plain patterns and busy cuts to ones adorned with pearls, sparkling embellishments, or thin, wing-like strands.

My fingers tremble as I lift the lid of the first box, and my gaze falls on a pile of dresses folded neatly. They are beautiful and look very expensive. I gently lift one that's made of black sequin. The dress is a strapless long gown with a high thigh slit and has a beautiful plunging neckline covered with a soft mesh lace and studded with golden jewels. Tears sting my eyes as I press the dress to my cheek, breathing in the faint trace of the woman who truly gave birth to me. How is her scent still so strong in this dress after all these years? “Daisy, are you okay?” Dad calls from behind me, and when I turn, I see his watery eyes staring at me.

"Welcome home, girls." EXTENDED EPILOGUE ISLA Ten Years Later The dress is a gift. Something Dante ordered specially made for me, and I should be grateful, but instead it feels like some sort of enemy. Sleek, black, fitted at the waist and cut daringly low in the front, it's a dress that I would have worn in a heartbeat a decade ago. Now, three kids later, I'm not so sure I can bring myself to put it on.

“ Greetings, Asthenosthene. It is I, Vaughn Garland. I wish to present to you these attires I've handpicked for you to wear at the event. These are made from expensive fabrics and handwoven by my personal tailors. The stones that have been meticulously polished upon this dress came straight from the Mines of Galland, the best and the most authentic of quality. I have longed ever since in my youth to finally see a woman befit to wear this certain dress, and I believe that of all the women I sought to invite, you are the one I'd love to see dancing with this masterpiece. This dress is designed by my Mother, the late Queen. And I am glad to make her designs a reality. This dress is labeled as:

Rina was struck dumb because everything Lana had on, from the jewelry to the dress and the shoes were from Cassia's catalogue. The dress Lana was wearing was part of a collection called "Vivacious." There were only two of this black dress in the world. A Russian princess already bought one while Lana was wearing the other currently. "How on Earth was she able to get a dress from Cassia's catalogue?" Rina thought bitterly as her eyes met Lana's, However, that was not the only thing she was worried about. She looked up at Damien's face again, and was enraged to see him still staring at Lana in awe.