Torn By Ronny Kobo Dress Novels & Stories

a beautifully transparent excuse for her to stay and continue her campaign for the role of Luna. I walked in on Bastien’s arm, a deliberate, calculated move. I’d chosen a deep burgundy dress I knew complimented my skin tone, a small, silent act of war. Ronan was already at the head of the table, Jessica positioned elegantly to his right, her hand resting near his wine glass as she whispered something that made his mouth quirk in the barest hint of a smile.

And strangely enough, right after she had told him, Toby had sent him a message telling him he was off to his set, and would catch him later However, he did notice the threat. Or a warning, which followed the message, about watching Christy and not doing any funny business with her. He had chuckled at that and reminded him he was heavily and completely gay. So no ‘funny’ business would happen. She pulled out a pink short, a one-selvedge one. “I like this one.” She wasn’t even paying attention to the dress she was holding up; it was more or less her trying to push out her bountiful clothes to bring out the one she liked.

Now, I stood in front of the mirror in our bedroom and smiled at the woman looking back at me. The black fur coat sat across my shoulders,the collar brushing my jaw, the hem grazing the tops of my thighs. The dress beneath it was deep burgundy, fitted in a way that Ronan always noticed, always commented on in that low, unhurried voice of his that made even a simple compliment feel like something private.

"You think you will be attending a party? You plan on seducing all the rogues so that they will stop waging war?" I looked down on my clothes. Yes. I wore a yellow dress but there was a short underneath. "What's wrong with my clothes?" "We will be using a horse. A dress is not something you should wear in this situation," Knoxx informed. I lifted my dress and showed them my shorts and before they could see what was under it, they all looked away, their faces brightened. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Showing you my shorts," I answered. "Put your dress down!" Knoxx answered, growling. "Are you out of your mind, woman? Do you think we are not men?"

Bob rolled his eyes and hissed annoyingly as he marched toward the door. I pouted, taking the gown from Bethany, wanting to tell them they didn't need to choose a dress for me. “This is…” Not necessary, I added in my mind as I slipped into the dress. It was not exactly true because Bob looked very handsome in his tux, and my best friend was stunning in her black gown. Like mine, it was covered in sequence, but its one-shoulder and high-leg split design would probably make Bethany the most glamorous person in the event.

Nico/Sheen was wearing a simple black shirt with a side pocket that has an Aztec design on it and black pants. Kevin/Leo was wearing a white 3/4 sleeve shirt with a black handkerchief tied to his neck and matching it up with maroon-colored pants. Finally, we have Gabrielle/Xander. He wearing multiple pastel-colored Aztec-designed shirt with a jean jacket that has a hoodie over it and some casual jeans. I have to say that they looked really good. And I have to give credit to my mom for having designed these wonderful clothes. She's so awesome… ...AND SHE'S MY MOM!

“No arguing commenced.” “Good! Now your outfit is upstairs on the bed. Do your makeup and don’t forget, hair down. Those curls are so sexy.” Sometimes I felt like a fucking doll. Ronan just dressed me up the way he wanted and I smiled and took it. But it was better than being slapped. To call what Ronan picked out for me an outfit was kind of an overstatement. Literally nothing was left to the imagination. It was extremely low cut and tight and had an open back. I think Ronan truly saw me as a prize and therefore liked to show off his trophy.

My trembling fingers clung weakly to the dress rack for support, while Vanessa White loomed over me, her eyes glinting with malice. "What, calling for backup?" she sneered, her voice sharp with mockery. The gathering crowd around us snickered, their faces dripping with judgment. Camera flashes blinded me, shutters clicking like vultures circling. Whispers cut through the air, each word a stab to my heart. "Caught red-handed as the side chick, huh?" "That fancy dress? Bet she earned it on her back." Vanessa, teetering on high heels, kicked me to the floor. "You think you are hot shit? Besides your sugar daddy, who is gonna come for you?"

I looked at Wendy Reed and said solemnly, "I'm Yasmine Miller, the mother of your biggest investor, Cole. His funding for this boutique comes from me." I thought that revealing my identity to her would intimidate her. However, Wendy didn't even bother verifying it after hearing my name. Instead, she cackled. "Drop the act, old hag. I've seen your name in Cole's contact list, checking in on him every day to cozy up to him. How shameless can you be to seduce a young man like Cole when you're this old?" The other store clerks also whispered amongst themselves and looked at me disdainfully. It seemed like they were enjoying the show. It was at that moment that I finally realized that the elegant

Guess it finally did. [Damn, she's lucky, right? Andrew Arlington. That family's serious old money.] [For real. I heard her dress alone cost five figures today.] [Five figures? No way. I heard it was custom. Just the hand embroidery took three months...] Skeet exited the chat. Bella in that dress kept flashing in his head. Then he laughed. It came out bitter, like chewing sand. Seven years. He thought they were solid. He was wrong. What he called "solid" was her staying quiet. Putting up with everything. Always backing him.