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She waves a hand, fully looking around. “Wow, you must have paid a large amount of money for this, huh? Though I appreciate the grand gesture, this feels like something the character does in a romance novel.” She laughs softly. Damn, she’s doing things to me. She’s wearing a soft, oversized purple sweater. The sweater hangs loosely on her frame, the sleeves covering her wrists. She pairs it with dark, fitted jeans. Her brown braids are neatly tied, cascading down her back, her olive skin glowing against the light.

I shook my head, looking away from the sweater. “Well, that’s good to hear. It’s a gorgeous sweater. You should get it.” Yūri insisted, plucking the sweater from the rack. “The gray will make those red locks pop. And you’ve got the shoulders to pull it off.” She nodded, pushing the gray off-shoulder, button side, white zig-zag geometric sweater into my arms. “Um… thanks, Mrs. Konishi.” I frowned. I like the top. It would look good on me. Hell, depending on what Collin has planned, I could wear it tonight. But that thought just made me frown.

***** A/n: Yukata- is a Japanese traditional casual wear. Happy Halloween Guys and Girls!

Because the temperature in J city is a bit low in autumn these days, the meeting room is heated, and the sweaters are a bit hot. The employee's voice made Mark retract his gaze, glanced at the person opposite and then said coldly. "No need." The female employee who had just experienced David was embarrassed, heard Mark say this unnecessary, and immediately retreated back with interest. At this point, Mr. Min just stared at the 'extremely chic' sweater Mark was wearing underneath his jacket for a moment, then suddenly asked curiously. “Mr. Mark, your sweater is very unique, did you buy it?” The implication is that perhaps no other major brand dares to sell such a unique sweater.

Expensive, expected, wrong. Instead I found mine. Cream sweaters folded exactly the way I fold them. Oversized hoodies. Worn-soft jeans. A pair of white sneakers identical to the ones I owned, down to the scuff on the left toe. My hands found a gray hoodie before my brain caught up. I lifted it without thinking, and that's when I saw it stitched into the inside collar in small silver thread. M.H. Maya Hart. I dropped it like it burned me. "No," I whispered, to no one. "No, no, no."

A beautiful, slightly oversized knitted sweater in shade of cream with tiny flowers along the edge. I could already imagine curling up in it on a rainy day while maybe with a book and hot chocolate. My fingers reached for the price tag and I immediately flinched. "Six hundred seventy-five..." I whispered. "Are they insane?" I simply turned to Ethan. "Okay, this is officially out of my budget just by looking at it. Let's go find a more girly store. I doubt Althea would like boyish sweaters anyway." I was about to walk off when I felt a firm grip on my wrist.

Aurora said, and Agatha nodded. “Wear that bob wig we got,” she added. Aurora furrowed her brows. “Agatha, was that the reason you bought it? I—” “Keep quiet and just wear it, Aurora. You’re transforming into a new character—the one Damien will be totally shocked by. Wear that sexy lingerie kimono over it and don’t forget the heels—” “Wait, I’m not even done arranging this rope of a lingerie on me,” Aurora said, sighing.

I may have to thanked him later. I grab one of the bags and opened it, enthusiastically like how I used to open a gift. It was a fuzyy white sweater with a cowl neck which is hand knitted to perfection. I tore the price tag off and pull it over my head, since it's so thick I don't think I needed to wear a bra on. I paired it with a skin tight black leggings and flat leather ankle high boots for my feet. I ran the hair dryer through my hair for a couple of minutes and then pat a very light lip gloss on my soft lips.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ I looked in the mirror before going, that was the most "common" sweater in Asra’s closet; at knee level, the only piece that was not transparent. The fit was perfect - but that wasn’t new, I considered it impossible that something didn’t look good on Asra’s body, but that particular sweater made her almost 'adorable'. I sighed. I still had a lot of exposed skin, but nothing I couldn’t solve, so I pulled out a little shawl I had there - a pretty shawl with embroidered golden flowers everywhere. That was the most delicate embroidery I’d ever seen.

Jimmie is, of course, delighted that she let down her hair as he hears her say, her voice taking on that teasing quality he has come to know and love so well, "Well son I hope you don't think my new sweater is also 'too professional'." He glances briefly at the sweater and is lost. Besides besides being super tight, he notices her sweater boasts a beautiful open knit crocheted look that is practically see through!! A fact he can't help but to notice as he stares at her chest helplessly and notices the dark outline of her nipples.