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Why does this evil man have to be so good looking? Calvin sight was welcomed with a sexy looking Allison. She was wearing a very short and tight black gown that gave justice to her hour glass figure. He was sure that if she bent down a little, he would see her panties. The dress was opened at the sides revealing a good amount of her fair skin. The chest is also opened at the chest area revealing a lot of cleavage. Her hair was packed in a rough ponytail with few strands dropping here and there making her appear cute. She looked like she was begging to be punished by him. Calvin tried his best to focus on her face and not on her tempting body. He wondered if he made a mistake by buying her th

"Yes, he did. How did you know?" Before Nate could even speak, Theo answered her question. "Nate is the costume director and designer of MBS Fashion. Hero assigned him there." "Really?" She eye-widened at Nate. "That came from the original brand called 9MUSA," Nate added. They all fall into silence as Aurelie appreciates the beauty of the dress she's wearing. It feels so comfortable since it's made of cotton. Red suddenly broke their silence. "It looks good on you, Aurelie. You look very beautiful."

She was about to go forward and argue with the clerk, but Renee stopped her. "Calm now…” "If I tolerate this, then I would eat shit!" Angrily,Allegra pointed at two clothes casually, and said, "I want the small size. Wrap them up for me. I don't even have to try them!" "Allegra, are you crazy?" The two clothes she casually pointing at were both over one million euro. Anger…really was a devilish feeling! The clerk was surprised when she heard this. She immediately changed her attitude, and put on white gloves to pack the clothes.

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."

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

Knowing that Aaliyah was in the manor, Arthur, in order to avoid her, took Kinsley on a shopping trip to the city center. This time, Kinsley had arrived in a hurry, and she hadn't prepared many clothes. Kinsley was a fashion designer. All of the famous designer shops she shopped in were full of cloths made by famous designers, so they were expensive. Arthur stood in front of a row of clothes hangers as he asked the girl beside him, "Among this row of clothes, which one of them you doesn't like?"

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

he asks after a beat,as his eyes start flicking to my clothes. My lips part. “What is wrong with it?” He doesnt answer. instead he pulls out his phone and makes a call. “Bring the pieces,” he says, then hangs up. Minutes later, a small team rolls in racks of designer clothing — Dior, Chanel, Saint Laurent — each item looking like it belongs on a runway, not me. “Pick something,” Aiden says. i stare at the shimmering fabrics.“These are Dior,” i murmur as my fingers brush over the soft silk.“My yearly salary couldn’t buy a single sleeve of this. What if I ruin something? I can’t—”

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.