Novel & Cerita Title 9 Dresses

I loved it. “I like this one.” I told him and that was a mistake because when I checked the price tag, I almost choked. Nine hundred dollars for a dress!? “Nine hundred dollars.” I gasped, staring at the price tag. “Put it on.” He told me as he stood up from his seat, ignoring the fact that I just mentioned the dress was Nine hundred. I prodded to the changing room and put on the dress, it looked really nice on me, accentuating my curves and was just below my ass.

It captured the beautiful gradients of the ocean, both dreamy and mesmerizing. Noticing her gaze, the associate spoke excitedly. "Ms. Kinsey, you have an excellent eye! This dress is the latest work by Ris, titled Deep Sea. There are only five of these in the world. Many customers love it, but the waistline is quite small, so few can wear it. Would you like to try it on?" "Yes, please," Nyla replied. The associate quickly took the dress down and led Nyla to the fitting room. Valarie, with her own collection of formal dresses, didn't see anything that caught her eye right away, so she sat down to wait.

"Joseph has been wonderful, indeed. The wedding venue alone set us back over a hundred and fifty thousand dollars." A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, eyes wide with surprise and envy. "A hundred and fifty thousand dollars?! Wow, talk about a lavish affair..." "Joseph promised me the best," Betty said with a smug smile, caressing the diamonds adorning her wedding gown. "This dress is a one-of-a-kind Itania creation, the handcrafting alone cost thirty thousand dollars. I never meant to flaunt, but what can I do when I'm married to the wealthiest man around?"

Many girls noticed his gaze and looked back at him. Alex thought for a moment. "The designer told me about the dress's style. It's a white dress, sleeveless…" Mandy frowned. "It's off-the-shoulder. You made it sound like the dress was defective." "Oh right, off-the-shoulder. I’m a man; I can't keep up with women's fashion terminology…" Bryden suddenly pointed excitedly. "I see her! Over there! White dress, off-the-shoulder, that girl is the only one in that style!"

I hadn’t even noticed in my general state of fluster, but now that I paid attention… “You look like you’re on the way to the Puritan fetish ball,” Drew went on. Okay, a little harsh, but the demure bun, the ribbon choker, and the corsetry on top of the long, flowing, floofy skirt with a slit up to her thigh… “Or maybe, like, you bought your dress in a package labeled ‘Slutty Laura Ingalls Wil—’”

Absolutely not. I’m still crouching when Talia hums like she’s enjoying every second of my suffering. “So… dress or no dress?” “Oh, there’s going to be a dress,” I mutter, running my fingers along the dangerously slinky midnight-blue number the mannequin is wearing. “Something tight. Something illegal in twelve United states. Something that makes Alpha Asshole remember exactly what he walked away from.” I wink at Ellie, “no offence.” Did I take that too far?

Stripping out of my clothes, I put on the nude strapless bra and nude thong. Popping my head around, “I am ready for the first dress.” I yelled. A girl came around with a royal blue dress. It had a sweet heart neckline, corset top to the hips and flared out in a huge skirt. Rhinestones were light and random at the top and got fuller as the dress went on. Stepping into the dress, the girl started tying the back together. “What is your name?” I asked her “Sofia. I am someone you saved.” She said shyly

I've been pregnant for six months, but my Alpha mate, William, has delayed our mating ceremony 29 times. He's waiting for his adopted sister, Rita, to find a mate so they can have a "two-couple mating ceremony." The 30th time I altered the waist of my beloved mating ceremony dress, the bridal shop assistant looked embarrassed, "Miss, this dress really can't be widened anymore. How about you choose another one?" Disappointment rose in my throat like bile. I called William, asking when the ceremony would finally happen.

Holding one of those priceless dresses in my hands. Just then, Alaric stepped closer until he was standing behind me. Leaning toward my ear, he said softly, "This is just one of this year's dresses." I slowly turned to look at him. He smiled before adding, "The other nine dresses are still being made." I blinked in confusion. "The other... nine?" A thought suddenly crossed my mind. I stared at him in complete shock. "Don't tell me... you bought Genevieve Moreau's entire collection for this year?"