Allison Argent Clothes Novels & Stories

yet they made it worked. " You met all of them, who do you get along with the most?" I didn't even have to think about it, I just knew. " Allison" She started laughing and it was the most beautiful sound. "Ally Cat? Yeah, I have to admit she is easy to get along with. She hates conflict." And that was the truth, Allison is a creative little thing a couple of inches taller than Catalya. She has long pitch black hair with bright blue eyes, she is a fashion designer and her designs are incredible. Her pale skin is a complete opposite from her black hair, which gave her a more gothic look sometimes depending on her makeup. She has an hourglass figure with curves on all the right places, Collin

James sighed. I wanted to throw up. "... Call Allison Valentino to the stand," the bailiff said, making me realize I'd missed a whole paragraph of Bruce Kensington III's posturing. Allison came in wearing a Versace dress and Christian Louboutin heels. Her somewhat subtle ruby jewelry appeared to be authentic. "My, my, look who's come up in the world," James snorted. Allison screwed up her face in something resembling fear and pointed at James. "This man is harassing me."

I couldn't keep running into her without addressing the past, the present, and the future. Soon, I saw her car approaching. She parked and got out, walking toward me with that confident stride I hadn't seen in her before. Allison was dressed in a sleek, fitted black jumpsuit that hugged her curves, and her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. She looked effortlessly stunning, even more breathtaking than before. "Williams," she greeted curtly, looking at me with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me. "Allison," I responded, trying to keep my voice steady and not let my gaze linger too long. "Thanks for coming."

[Dean's Estate - 7:30] Allison waited beside her car, grinning as she took pictures of herself for her I* update. It's been long since she snapped slutty pictures. All of her pictures are mostly corporate in suits and formal dresses or dinner dresses. But tonight, she's dedicating it to Seraphina's work. When Seraphina showed her the new crochets, she was beyond stunned. She knew Seraphina could crotchet anything, but she never saw her works beyond black and white.

Ulanda said in excitement as Veronica scoffed, walking out and sitting opposite the customer. "She's her girlfriend." Min ho explained as I stared back at both Veronica and the older lady laughing. "Who is she anyway?" I asked as everyone except Dimitri gasped like he was used to it. "Katherine Argent is a famous fashion designer and editor of the Beauty is Pride magazine. It's the first rated and popular magazine in the world and if she takes an interest in you, you become a success." Ulanda gossiped as she dropped in my hands a Pride magazine which I lazily opened and dropped.

"Too late for that. Pretty sure we signed all the papers. What if she doesn't accept me?" "Those can be destroyed if my mother so chooses." I try to bury a smile, though I'm only slightly kidding. She looks uncomfortable. "Now I wish I'd dressed nicer." "You look perfect," I say, meaning it. Allison's gorgeous: thick, auburn hair, full red lips, a lovely figure. Small, slender features. Russian, extremely Russian, but in a good way.

In the third dress shop, Aislen tried on a crushed velvet black dress with long sleeves and a scooped neckline that hugged her to her knees, twisting and turning in front of the mirror and wondering if she was bold enough to wear something so clinging. “I like it,” she said to Tiffany. “I love the neckline, the sleeves and the fabric. But… It feels like I should be going to some elegant red carpet thing.” Tiffany pursed her lips. “We could take it up to just below the knees?” A woman stepped out of the other change room, and Aislen met her eyes in the mirror, feeling a shock of recognition. “Dr James,” she stammered. “… Aislen,” Dr James said, and her eyes went to Tiffany who smiled although

The servant quickly explained, "Mr. Hoffman and Mrs. Hoffman decided to return on short notice, so things here haven't been fully organized yet. These clothes were delivered from the store at the last minute and tailored to your size, Ms. Anderson. If you don't like them, we can have them exchanged!" "There's no need. I love them!" Kelly glanced at the clothes. They were almost all from brands under the Collosus Group, each one a custom design. Those were the kind of pieces most people might not even be able to buy, and then her entire wardrobe was full of them. Naturally, Kelly had no complaints. "You can leave now, I'm happy with everything," Kelly told the servant. "Okay!" The servant, re

Allison The gallery smelled faintly of old vanish and expensive Perfumes. This was where wealthye art enthusiasts spent their day. I had dressed like the elites, going for a sleek black satin dress that flaunted my curves without necessarily screaming for attention. It stopped just below my knees and had a slit that didn't show too much but rather, promised just enough. I had added a cropped cream blazer to the gown to give my look a soft finishing touch. My silver heels perfectly matched my dress.

She eyed the clothes, noting they were on the shorter side. “Arthur, I don’t feel comfortable in short skirts or trousers,” she said. “What are you, a nun? It’s fine. Just try on the ones you’re comfortable with instead,” he dismissed her concern, ordering the attendant to return the dresses she didn’t like. Ashleigh stepped into the dressing room. After trying on the remaining dresses, she settled on a green satin crop top and a pair of black flowing trousers. When she emerged, Arthur’s eyes lit up in excitement. “This is perfect! We’re good to go!” he exclaimed. Ashleigh nodded in agreement as she looked at herself in the mirror. He dragged her out, instructing the attendant to pack up the