Welcome To The Black Parade Dress นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I walked over to the closet and searched through his collection of expensive suits. "I'm standing in front of them," I whispered. "At the end of the row from your right side," I strolled ahead and grabbed it, "Yes, I got it." "See you at seven," I pulled the phone down and looked at the package. "What's this?" Lorraine asked. "Dress for me," I whispered. "Let me have a look," Livia grabbed it from me and unzipped it. They gasped as they beheld the dress. It was a beautiful black dress, shoulderless. I couldn't keep myself from staring at it.

I look at the dress Julian handed me earlier and asked me to wear at 8pm. He didn't give me any further instructions; he just told me to put it on. And now that I'm looking at it on my body, the way the cloth fits my curves perfectly and highlights my waist and hips, I see that he made a great choice. It's a shiny, black dress with a huge slit in the leg, which opens into a long skirt, almost touching the floor. The heart-shaped neckline makes my breasts shape up and attract attention.

"Sure, I'll accept your apology, Greg. Although, you might need to explain exactly what you meant by 'I didn't know who you were' first..." I hit send and tossed the phone onto the bed. I sprinted down the hall to the spare room where my wardrobe was exploding out of a suitcase. I ripped through the hangers, tossing aside floral prints and casual tees until my hand landed on something cold and heavy. The black glitter cowl-neck dress. It was sleeveless, sleek, and screamed 'evening wear,' but it was the best thing to work with Marissa’s velvet number. I yanked it out, along with the other black kitten heel I’d abandoned earlier.

Weekend:- Hailey entered the venue, catching everyone's attention in a stunning gown that exuded both elegance and mystery. The dress was a rich, deep burgundy shade that almost appeared black in certain lights, with intricate black lace detailing that added a touch of sophistication. The bodice was fitted, with an asymmetrical neckline that left one shoulder bare, emphasizing her graceful collarbone and neck. The full, voluminous skirt flowed down, adorned with delicate embellishments that sparkled subtly as she moved.

Millia smiles as she stands beside her sister, her eyes also scanning me from head to toe. “You’re ready.” With their approval, I tell them to go enjoy the fair today and follow Lia out of my dressing room. Currently we are in a warehouse just outside of the parade route that has been used for years. Sky and the rest of the elite are dressed in black slacks, black boots a cream coloured dress shirt and a blazer in the colour dark orchid – if I call it dark purple I am sure Lidia will give me another lecture about colour theory.

I say, grabbing my dress off the hanger. I slip it on and make my way to Tiernan so he could help me with the zipper, which he makes sure that his skin makes contact with mine. I look at myself in the mirror, making sure there were no wrinkles in my dress. It’s black, comes down to my knee, it has a black lace overlay with long sleeves made out of the lace of the overlay. I grab a pair of black heels before we make our way out of the packhouse and to the funeral grounds of the pack. The pyres are all set up and all of the family members of the warriors who lost their lives surround each pyre. The mood is somber in the grounds, as Tiernan and I make our way towards the front of the crowd.

I call through the door, "I can't accept these clothes. They're too expensive." "Nonsense," she replies. "Consider it an early birthday present. Now come out and let me see that black dress." I stare at my reflection. The black dress hugs my curves in a way my usual clothes never do. It's elegant yet sexy, with a modest neckline but a daring slit up one leg. I've never owned anything like it. Reluctantly, I step out of the dressing room. Blake, who's been trying on clothes too, whistles. "Damn, girl! You're hiding all that under those maid uniforms?"

I couldn’t stop looking at myself, the new dress Lucien and I had picked out earlier was black. It shone against the night sky as the light of the moon radiated on it. It wasn’t just a dress, it felt like a declaration of war. The black dress clung to my skin like it had become a part of my very DNA, it hugged my curves in a way that made modesty bleed. With it's backless design, my curves were further on display, as it revealed exactly what I hid under my baggy clothes all these years at Ravenscroft High.

She gestured to the black dress. I smiled and nodded my head. “Yes! I actually quite like it.” Although what I said was true, I can’t help but look at the champagne dress in her hands. Before I could have any second thoughts, I turned around and bid farewell to Camille. I went to the counter and paid for the dress. My smile became even wider when the cashier said that all black dresses were 25% off today. What a steal! I got this dress for just 57 dollars. I waited until the cashier finished wrapping up the dress then went on my way. Before I left the store, I nodded my head towards Camille.

The black dress hung on Aria's body like a funeral shroud. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror in Unit 40B, trying to force the zipper up her spine. The fabric was cheap polyester, shapeless and high-necked, designed to make her invisible. Cassandra had sent it over three days ago with a note: Staff uniform for the gala. Don't embarrass the family. Aria's hands trembled as she finally got the zipper to the top. The dress made her look washed out, pale, like a ghost haunting her own reflection. Which was exactly the point.