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“besides, you were so busy you didn’t notice.” My eyes drift over her outfit properly now. Giana is dressed for a night out. A short black dress clings to her frame, the fabric shimmering slightly under the warm lights of the room. Her hair falls in loose waves over her shoulders, and she’s halfway through applying mascara with the focus of someone performing a delicate surgery. “You’re going out,” I say. “Obviously.” She rolls her eyes. “Where?” “Club,” she answers simply. “Aria’s idea.”

Clara drank them instantly with an awkward smile. They all settled in their room as Mishka asked them to freshen up for lunch. Wearing a maroon gown with lots of stone work, Clara felt like a queen from an old era. Alex was amazed to see her. She is surely a beauty but today it was not just beauty. He is damn sure that no guy can pass her without glaring at her. Even they can't take their eyes off. She looked stunning. Clara loved that anarkali suit as she placed the scarf around her neck perfectly. Alex tried to not be so obvious but failed miserably as his eyes couldn't listen to his brain at all.

As the client peeled back the packaging and beheld the gentle hue and meticulous craftsmanship, her eyes widened with delight. “I love this color! What do you call it?” “Oatmeal,” Isabella replied. “Would you like to try it on?” The client eagerly extracted the gown, revealing an accompanying undershirt. “What’s this?” “This is a specially designed undershirt to complement the oatmeal - colored cashmere coat,” Isabella explained. “If you don’t mind, it’s my token of appreciation. However, as a complimentary item, it may not match the exact quality of the coat, but it still holds a touch of the style that’s become my signature, influenced by the beauty and mystery of the werewolf world.”

Christian threatened and left for his room to get ready. *** While wearing a wristwatch in her hand, Mishka was thinking about Christian’s behaviour, “How dare he!! He himself said I look cute in specs, and then he said I look ugly…” “Madame, you are looking absolutely stunning in this dark maroon dress. But what does this outfit called? I have never seen someone wearing such a dress.” Agatha asked, completely stopping Mishka’s trail of thoughts. “It’s Anarkali Suit, quite famous traditional womenswear in India,” Mishka answered and started applying eyeliner, but after a few moments, she turned to Agatha. “Agatha, do you think I am ugly?”

she conceded, "but mostly, you will see gowns that covered the whole body. Just that instead of loose gowns, they wear very tight-fitting gowns, hugging the whole body and showing off your...uhm...feminine asserts." "Those are the clothes I'm looking for. I can't seem to find anything relatively resembling that description here." She lamented, waving her hands around in frustration. Eline worried her lips. She has clothes like that, but she's hesitant to show them to Ismena. What if the Alpha King beheads her in rage because of this? She's already in trouble for agreeing to go to the club with her. "Eline, pleeeease?" The cougar female sighed in defeat, "Alright," she mumbled, "Follow me."

"Impressive..." And that huge doubt in her head started to dissipate. "We are not launching an app that only recommends outfit that half of the people can't afford anyway without being in debt. It's not an appetizer that makes them wonder what the main dish tastes like, it's the fucking end game. Grey designers will therefore launch their first line of outfit of prices below $100." Taking in a deep breath, Clara gripped the light pen possessively. "With Grey, it will not only be a partnership, but a collaboration."

“Bring them in.” The door opened fully, and two of the club’s guards began to wheel in a pair of rolling racks, both packed with gowns of every shade of white and ivory. Silks, satins, delicate lace, beaded bodices, luxury spilled across hangers in a blur of high-end designers and overwhelming detail. Another man followed with a flat boxes piled high, setting them carefully on the coffee table. Aurora assumed they were shoes, no doubt. Aurora’s mouth went dry. The room was suddenly too full. Too bright. Too real. Luca gestured to the racks. “Pick one.” She didn’t move. He didn’t wait.

I respond, already looking forward to the party. An Aurora leaves and I change a stunning outfit that exudes elegance and sophistication. My dress is a chic knee-length sheath dress in a soft pastel shade, adorned with delicate floral embroidery along the neckline and hem. The fitted silhouette flatters my figure, accentuating my curves in all the right places.

As soon as they entered, Rei caught sight of a beautiful gold off-shoulder gown. "Ayane, this is it. This is your gown." Ayane had no interest in dressing up for the gala. She wanted a plain dress but Rei insisted otherwise. She pushed Ayane into the dressing room to try it out. When she stepped out, Rei's jaw dropped. "We're definitely buying it." Rei said. The gown was a short front-low back type with golden embellishments. Ayane looked at the price tag and almost choked on her own spit. "Rei, this is too expensive." Rei took a look at the price tag but wasn't as surprised as Ayane.

Fable, like most bands, has its own official fan club, plus hundreds of smaller, less official ones – but Alastaire holds the distinction of being the only member with own his personal group run entirely by fans. The most elite fans will fork out up to five hundred dollars for the official winged necklace, a sign of their devotion to Alastaire (and their excellent parental-wallet-manipulation skills). Two of the angels are wearing very revealing little white dresses, and the third is wearing a tiny mini skirt and a gold-sequined top. She must be wearing an amazing push-up bra, because her cleavage is almost touching her chin. I can already see why Alastaire spotted them in the crowd – the sh