With her other hand she pulled at the front of her crimson red dress.

Two spotty, purply-pink flowers that looked appalling against Therese's crimson dress.

Merissa squatted as she sorted through the clothes in the chest, and pulled out her crimson dress.

He saw the tiny figure in the crimson dress, standing high on the yellow rock platform.

Merissa returned to fastening the buttons at the bodice of her crimson dress.

Amanda was lying on her back on the bed, still wearing the crimson dress and long gloves.

She was wearing a vivid crimson dress.

Her crimson dress was enough for him to go on.

Her gnarled fingers closed around the smocking on the forearm of Abby's crimson dress, pulling the arm up a bit to have a look.

A sweaty hand smoothed out the long crimson dress she had worn under the cloak.