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“鈥nd she wore gowns as lovely as kisses鈥�”
― Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

“The pink?" she suggested, holding the shimmering rose-colored satin in front of Sara's half-clad figure. Sara held her breath in awe. She had never worn such a sumptuous creation. Silk roses adorned the sleeves and hem of the gown. The short-waisted bodice was finished with a stomacher of silver filigree and a row of satin bows.
Lily shook her head thoughtfully. "Charming, but too innocent."
Sara suppressed a disappointed sigh. She couldn't imagine anything more beautiful than the pink satin. Busily Monique discarded the gown and sorted through the others. "The peach. No man will be able to keep his eyes from her in that. Here, let us try it, 肠丑茅谤颈别."
Raising her arms, Sara let the dressmaker and her assistant Cora pull the gauzy peach-hued gown over her head. "I think it will have to be altered a great deal," Sara commented, her voice muffled beneath the delicate layers of fabric. The gowns had been fitted for Lily's lithe, compact lines. Sara was more amply endowed, with a generous bosom and curving hips, and a tiny, scoped-in waist... a figure style that had been fashionable thirty years ago. The current high-waisted Grecian mode was not particularly flattering to her.
Monique settled the gown around Sara's feet and then began to yank the back of it together. "Oui, Lady Raiford has the form that fashion loves." Energetically, she hooked the tight bodice together. "But you, 肠丑茅谤颈别, have the kind that men love. Draw in your breath, s'il vous pla卯t."
Sara winced as her breasts were pushed upward until they nearly overflowed from the low-cut bodice. The hem of the unusually full skirt was bordered with three rows of graduated tulip-leaves. Sara could hardly believe the woman in the mirror was herself. The peach gown, with its transparent layers of silk and shockingly low neckline, had been designed to attract a man's attention. It was too loose at the waist, but her breasts rose from the shallow bodice in creamy splendor pushed together to form an enticing cleavage.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Dreaming of You

“Both were girls, dressed in gowns with bodices formed of leather book spines and skirts made of love story pages.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“The gowns all came in shades of frost white, pearl pink, romantic blue, and fresh cream. Some were simple sheaths. Others had elaborate trains or hems covered in everything from silken flowers to seashells. None of them looked as if they'd ever been worn.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“I know High Ladies are probably supposed to wear a new dress every day,' I mused, smiling at the gown, 'but I'm rather attached to this one.'

He ran his hand down my thigh. 'I'm glad.'

'You never told me where you got it- where you got all my favourite dresses.'

Rhys arched a dark brow. 'You never figured it out?'

I shook my head.

For a moment, he said nothing, his head dipping to study the dress.

'My mother made them.'

I went still.'

Rhys smiled sadly at the shimmering gown. 'She was a seamstress, back at the camp where she'd been raised. She didn't just do the work because she was ordered to. She did it because she loved it. And when she mated my father, she continued.'

I grazed a reverent hand down my sleeve. 'I- I had no idea.

His eyes were star-bright. 'Long ago, when I was still a boy, she made them- all your gowns. A trousseau for my future bride.' His throat bobbed. 'Every piece... Every piece I have ever given you to wear, she made them. For you.'

My eyes stung as I breathed. 'Why didn't you tell me?'

'He shrugged with one shoulder. 'I thought you might be... disturbed to wear gowns made by a female who died centuries ago.'

I put a hand over my heart. 'I am honoured, Rhys. Beyond words.'

His mouth trembled a bit. 'She would have loved you.'

It was as great a gift as any I'd been given. I leaned down until our brows touched. I would have loved her.

I felt his gratitude without him saying a word as we remained there, breathing each other in for long minutes.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Darius Raisey is a dress design firm which has been offering the best quality custom wedding dresses and couture evening gowns to women from last few decades based in the Texas.”
― dariusraisey

“Much of the clothing is moth-eaten, but I can see what they once were. A skirt with a beaded pattern of pomegranates, another that pulls up, like a curtain, to show a stage with jewelled mechanical puppets underneath. There is even one stitched with the silhouette of dancing fauns as tall as the skirt itself. I've admired Oriana's dresses for their elegance and opulence, but these awaken in me a hunger for a dress that's riotous. They make me wish I'd seen Locke's mother in one of her gowns. They make me think she must have liked to laugh.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince