Rochia si papionul rosu

De cu seara suvita cu suvita rula meticulos parul pentru ziua urmatoare, Ariadna, fata cu parul roscat si cu gusturi old-fashion. Geamurile erau larg deschise si aerul ce impingea draperiile vaporoase odata cu mirosul de tei racorea camera inalta. Atmosfera era calma si plina de visare, Ariadna dansa in mintea ei valsul de demult sub norul parfumului aplicat dupa baia de mai devreme. Nici nu auzea suierul dezlantuit al ceainicului.

Se pregatea pentru marele bal, pentru intalnirea cu iubitul ei si ocazia poate unica de a participa si dansa la un astfel fascinant eveniment.
Rochia de bal a ales-o acum cateva luni in urma, ce ar putea face seara mai memorabila decat sa porti o rochie eleganta care sa te faca sa fii in centrul atentiei. Pornind de culorile preferate si stilurile de rochie care i se potrivesc intr-un final a ales-o si o lasa in mister pana in momentul in care al ei partener va veni ca sa o ieie, se stinsese lumina.
A doua zi dupa cateva telefoane, haine aruncate pe patul nefacut, alergand desculta prin casa sa aranjeze camera de la parter de primit oaspeti si apoi se cocota in pat pentru cateva ore in rezolvarea unor acte.

Veni timpul sa se imbrace, isi aranja parul, machiajul si ultimele detalii cand soneria anunta prezenta lui Alexandru. Ca deobicei alerga desculta si amandoi amutira cand usa se deschisese. Aratau ca Sisi si Franz Joseph, amandoi frumosi radiau dincolo de rochia alba. Inalt, la costum, Alex avea papionul de un rosu burgund asortat la rujul ei. S-au imbratisat indelung si apoi ii facu ei un semn sa se aseze sa o ajute cu pantofii. Chicoti ca un copil mereu pus pe sotii si ii spusese ca va fi o noapte magica.
Cu toate ca rochiile de astazi nu se incadreaza in gusturile ei, a reusit sa gaseasca una care sa se apropie si in care sa se simta bine.

Care rochie credeti ca se potriveste mai bine povestii de astazi dintre rochiile albe de bal prezentate de pe Persunmall?

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In the evening, strand by strand meticulously rolling the hair for the next day, Ariadna, the reddish haired girl with old-fashion taste. The windows were wide opened and the air is pushed the vaporous drapes along with linden tree scent cooling off the high room. The atmosphere was calm and dreaming, Ariadna dancing in her mind the old waltz under a cloud of perfume applied after the earlier bath. Nor heard the teapot whistling.

She was preparing for the major ball, for meetings with her love and maybe the only opportunity to participate and dance to such a fascinating event. The prom dress has been chosed a couple months ago, what could make the evening more memorable when wearing an elegant dress that will make you be the center of attention. Starting from favorite colors and styles of dress that fit her, finally picked it up and leaves it in mystery when her partner will come... the lights in the house had been closed.
The day after a few phone calls, clothes thrown on the bed unmade, running barefoot through the house to arrange the room on the ground floor for guests and then returning in bed for several hours in resolving some papers.

The time had come to dress, fix her hair, makeup and the latest details when bell announces the presence of Alexander. As always run barefoot... both fell silent when the door is opened. Looks like Sisi and Franz Joseph, both radiated beyond the beautiful white dress. High in costume, Alex had a burgundy bow tie matched her lipstick to. They hugged her long and then, striking a sign to sit down to help with the shoes. She giggled like a child as always playful and told it will be a magical night.
Although today's the dresses do not fit into her tastes, managed to find one that is coming and they feel good.