Allison Argent Clothes Novels & Stories

She only shops at the most prestigious boutiques in NYC with unending credit at most of the shops on Madison Avenue. “Don’t bother to change,” Allison eyed me up and down as I turned towards my suitcases. “We’ll have the workers at Lululemon throw those away. Or burn them. Whatever,” her lips twitch. “My bestie can’t be seen in those bargain store cast offs.”

he asked. "It doesn't always have to be work all the time," Bonnie answered on my behalf. "I just want to chat a little with my boss. Did Allison tell you she hit the jackpot?" Bonnie asked. "Jackpot?" Stefan furrowed his eyebrows. "Allison McCall made a lovely dress for one of the biggest celebrity models in California. Bravo!" Bonnie said, clapping her hands. "Really?" Stefan asked with a smile, clearly happy about it. "It's not something to brag about," I mumbled with a smile.

Luna nodded, "Interesting, so tell me, if Alex wanted you to be his real wife, would you give up Adrian for his sake?" "Hell no, I will not give up Adrian for anyone," Allison replied firmly. Luna smiled, "Wow! aren't you inspiring? Okay, so I need to go shopping. It's a good thing we still have some money left." Allison agreed, "Yes, remember he spoke about your dressing. You do not want to buy anything that is so last season. Alright, let's go." When they arrived at the boutique, Luna saw clothes that were in Vogue, priced at three thousand dollars and above, "I've already spent two thousand dollars on an outfit. I can't spend three thousand dollars buying just one outfit."

She air-kissed near my cheek and flitted away to greet someone else, her wedge heels clicking on the hardwood. I grabbed a small plate and started loading it up. The bacon-wrapped dates were calling my name, along with what looked like mini crab cakes with some kind of aioli. “Maren fucking Cole.” I turned around so fast I nearly dropped my plate. Allison stood there grinning, holding a Moscow Mule in a copper mug. She looked fantastic—same mischievous sparkle in her eyes, but her style had evolved. She wore high-waisted black jeans and a silk camisole, her hair cut into a sharp asymmetrical bob with honey-blonde highlights.

Chapter 67 – What He Is Missing Allison stepped out into the main showroom of the boutique. She smoothed the front of a emerald-green silk dress, turning slowly on her heels as the full-length mirrors caught her from every angle. "I don't know," Allison said, her eyebrows drawing together as she studied her reflection. "It’s elegant, but I'm not sure the shade hits right under evening lighting. I need something that commands the entire room the second I walk in." Her friend Jessica leaned back against the plush velvet sofa, taking a sip of sparkling water. "Are you kidding, Allison? That color makes your eyes pop. Though if you want something with more presence, that sapphire off-the-shoulde

I croaked. “Oh, I missed the two of you. I didn’t see you guys at all this summer,” Michael said. “Stop. Please. I beg of you,” Allison said breathlessly. “I’ll kill you in your sleep,” I hissed. Michael released us and we both dropped to our feet. Allison and I heaved for air, then I stood back and surveyed her outfit. Typical, for her parents. A bright pink collared shirt with a pale blue emblazoned Ralph Lauren logo against her chest. A khaki skirt with boat shoes that were, somehow, the same color as her khakis. I giggled at the laces matching the pink hue of her shirt and the pale blue earrings twinkling in her ears. I shook my head in fascination, never ceasing to be amazed at the outf

“You didn’t tell me how your shopping went?” “The shopping was great. Allison bought clothes for the whole city. I wonder where she will keep them?”, She said sarcastically. “She gives them to charity.” “Really?” “Yes. She loves doing that without letting others know. She hates publicizing her effort.”, He said. “That’s so nice of her! I thought she was buying it all for herself. For a moment, I thought your love spoiled her too much. And I am so sorry for thinking that way.”, She apologized.

I'll never know. And the fact that I knew she cut each of their heads off one by one. Help. “Look at this one!” Brianna chirped, holding up a picture of a sleek black dress. “The slit on the side is perfect for movement. And it’ll show off those long legs of yours.” I folded my arms. “The slit is indecent. And I’m not going.” “Oh, yes, you are,” Brianna shot back. “And you’re not dressing like a nun. You’ve got a great body, Aegis. It’s time you showed it off.”

Jack called and I raised my eyebrows. "Angel here.. she has her own clothing line." I turned to Angel. "Really?" "Her clothes are awesome." Alissa said. "Angel, Chloe is a designer." Jack said to Angel. Angel turned to me with her eyes widen. "Oh my gosh that's really great! Do you want to work with me?" She asked me directly and my eyes widen. "Like really?" I'm so happy right now. "Yeah! Oh come on.. I will be happy if you want to join me."

Thankfully, I don’t run into Argent as I make my way to the front door. It has been two days since I’ve spoken to him, and I’m so on edge that anything could set me off. That’s when I decided that I need to confront him. Wanting to look composed, I slip into a blue, string tie, jersey dress that drapes down to my thighs and has an open back, and a pair of jeweled wedges that make my legs look miles long. Leaving my hair down, I put on some lip gloss and my jasmine perfume.