Yule Ball Dress Novels & Stories

Ambrose was a bit wearier of the newcomers, but both he and the High Lord of the Air Court had agreed to come to this grand ball I had planned. Tyra descended the long staircase to the courtyard a few minutes after Marcos and Tessa, an earthly vision in her shimmering emerald dress. It revealed the dark, creamy skin of her shoulders and back, while the deep slit down the side hinted at her long legs. Adelina and Alette went next, each dressed in pale shades of lilac and rose. They had chosen their dresses themselves, finally free to make these small decisions for themselves. Small flowers dotted their platinum hair, blossoming as they descended and merged with the crowd.

Deep purple gown slit at the right hand side up to a little above her mid thighs, off shoulder that she didn't even need to wear a bra, She looked hot like attending a gangster ball rather than attending some nuisance transformation ceremony. Ughh! Luna Disella gawked at Princess Reda's dress, "You look…breathtaking!" She commented, her eyes running around the dress as it fitted perfectly onto her body, Princess Reda was putting on a big ball green gown with shinings on it, also an off shoulder gown, "You look like it's your wedding day today." Prince Danks entered.

She have arranged all of my clothes inside the cupboard. I got inside my bathroom and opened the shower.... Closing my eyes and the only thing I saw was his eyes.... Those beautiful charming eye's.... Oh god!!! What is happening to you Isabell?!!! Focus! I need to meet him and thank him that's it! Brushing off my thoughts I got out of my bathroom after wrapping a towel around my body.... I reached my closet to look for an appropriate dress for the ball.... Just then my eyes fell upon my white high low dress which was gifted by Mom on my 17th birthday last year.... It Will be perfect for the ball....

Nevaeh replied as she rolled out a rack full of dresses. They were all absolutely stunning and I couldn’t believe Nikolai had had them all custom designed for me, but there was one dress in particular that stood out to me. It was a beautiful jade color. The design of the dress reminded me of a story book ball gown, it had a beautiful sweetheart neckline, the bodice was embroidered with silver string, that flared down towards my waist. The dress was strapless and the top appeared to be form fitting, while the bottom flared out into a ballgown skirt with pickups leading to a beautiful train. It looked regal and like the perfect dress for the coronation of a Queen. “I want to try the jade one o

_AVA_ My handmaid, Jenna, came to get me just as Hayes left, in time for the ceremony. She was dressed already and I walked behind her, letting her lead the way downstairs, my footsteps poised and soft. I was wearing an off-shoulder Princess long a-line tulle ball dress, in the colour coral! The corset of the dress hugged tightly to my body, and not to brag, but I look breathtaking in it! Light shimmered off its soft pink sequined bodice, creating little rainbows across the room as the light reflected on it. The dress was truly flawless, and I loved it. It very much resembled a quince dress, only that it wasn't as puffy as a ball gown.

Straighten it to death. The dress she’d gotten for the ball was another story. She’d chosen a golden yellow that made her brown skin appear vibrant and healthy. The strapless dress fell in a soft line down her body, hugging her curves. It wasn’t tight. It was loose, flowy, and comfortable. She’d gotten gold heeled sandals to match. Though she didn’t normally wear heels to events—not that she ever went to balls—she hoped to look pretty while sitting and limit her walking so her feet wouldn’t hurt. It was a good plan. Unless her date was a dancer.

I wondered if my ruby dress would be appropriate for next month’s ball. Fyre scanned the room for anyone wearing something similar and they were all a lot more formal, no exposed backs. /Maybe Bella will lend you her dress/ Fyre offered, /she looks amazing/. She really did, her lithe body glistened from far across the ballroom, but her face was tense, she was watching for someone or something, her fingers tapping at her glass impatiently. I was so lost in watching the dancing, hours passed without me realising.

Maya said to Grace. "And Rudy sir personally went shopping to buy the best designer dress that showcases all your perfect curves. " Kira exclaimed dreamily with a huge smile on her face while she is explaining to Emily. "But why?" Both of them asked at the same time. Kira and Maya looked at each other, "What do you mean why? You came here for the ball right?" "Yes." They nodded. "But there are enough dresses in the closet already. Why would we need another?" "Those dresses are for simple occasions but these are for the ball that Mrs.King is hosting this evening. It's a huge event that happens only once a year. And I'm sure you both will rock the entire party with your beauty." Kira said whil

I felt like I needed to come here when they received the invite and I was almost excited about it however now I want nothing more than to be at home with my mates all snuggled up. - I run the wand of mascara over my eyelashes and close it tightly. I sigh at my reflection, this is the first time I’ve dressed up for a ball ever. My dress is a gold glittering fitted dress. The bottom falls free past my knees to the ground. A short train drags the ground behind me. The plunging neckline shows my cleavage and stops just above my belly button. The sleeves are opaque, and glittering designs run down them. I fasten my gold stilettos and look myself over once more. My hair falls pin straight down my

Of course, we’d be staying at my parents’ place because that’s where the party is. I make my way over to her bedroom. I open the door and see her standing by the mirror. “Do you think I should change my dress?” she asks. She’s wearing a light-yellow ball gown. The trim and boddess is white and the ruffles at the bottom are white as well. This is a little too fancy for a ballet show. I hug her from behind and kiss the top of her head. Even with heels on Grace is a head shorter than me. She smiles holding her hand over mine.