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Growing up, Allison’s environment had made her develop a habit of being arrogant. “Great. I don’t think you have the right to stay in Civil Gallery.” Philip nodded, the dissatisfaction was clear in his eyes. Upon hearing this, Allison immediately held her sides. “Hahaha! What a fool! I don’t have the right to stay here? And what, can you fire me?” Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded from afar. “What’s going on Allison? You’re so noisy. It’s unsightly!” A beautiful silhouette was strutting over from a distance. She wore a white women’s suit while largely curled brown hair flowed behind her. Her fair earlobes were decorated with hoop earrings. She was overflowing with elegance.

Three hundred fucking dollars The Ladies’ Shop was bigger on the inside than it looked from the outside. Racks of clothes stood like towers—silks, satins, tiny dresses that looked like they belonged to models on magazine covers, and then more casual pieces that still looked better than anything I had ever worn in my life. Carlson stopped right in front of a rack of crop tops. He folded his arms, tilted his head, and then looked at me with the same expression doctors used when they were about to tell you your test results.

Sometimes probably but right now I want to wear my big boy’s pants or big girl’s in this scenario anyway. A minute passed. I rang the doorbell again. Finally, I heard the faint sound of footsteps, which grew louder until the door swung open and I found myself face-to-face with the angel of death. He’d taken off his jacket, but otherwise, he still wore his work outfit— a charcoal gray, two-piece suit from Brunello Cucinelli crafted from ultra fine Merino wool and silk blend. A white Turnbull button down shirt. A Loro Piana navy blue cashmere crewneck sweater over his shirt. His trousers tailored so perfectly and with his John lobb leather shoes, he looked so perfectly put together and I looke

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" With only ten minutes left before Allison's first class of the day, she was running and in a hurry. She tried to push her way through the crowd of students along the hallway. With her backpack carelessly slung on her right shoulder, a couple of books in her arms, big black-rimmed eyeglasses covering half of her face, long black hair pulled into a messy bun, and a 3/4 white blouse paired with a below-the-knee black skater skirt, Allison Garcia was not the popular girl in school. In fact, she was in her final year of Accountancy, and she managed to stay in the background. She was the kind of person whom, when you passed by in the hallway, you wouldn't look at again. She

Back at the house Angel walked through her closet trying to decide what to wear. She was going to go with what she would have worn to a club back in Cali. True she had some nice club dresses in her wardrobe now, but they weren’t conducive for dancing. She pulled on some cargo pants that were black and fit her body perfectly; they rode low on her hips. She then pulled on a shirt she had bought that had slits in the shoulders and was cut in various places strategically over her black tank top, she put on her shoes and pulled her hair up into a ponytail her curls prominently on display. While her outfit look could be considered not what the upper crust were looking for, they were all high-end b

"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.

Even more time passed, and I heard Allison’s voice on the intercom crackle again, repeating, "Ten minutes, ladies! Wherever you are, you'd better start running!" “Oh shut up, you.” Nicole hissed, working up a frenzy. This was insane. All of this was completely insane. Not to mention so unbelievably unfair. Clearly, Allison wasn’t above using her gang of followers to play dirty, instead of letting me compete fair and square. By the time Nicole finally stepped back from her work, I could barely breathe. "It might not be the exact uniform," she said, holding up the modified outfit, "but at the very least the colours are correct and so is the style. I think they should have to accept it."

she said and handed me the clothes, "make sure to wash this after using, okay? I just bought this." I took the clothes from her hand and hugged her quickly. "You saved me, Allison," I said. "You should enjoy from time to time, Solana, so I'm being a supportive sister here," she said, making me chuckle. "I'll just get changed," I said, and she immediately nodded, closing my door herself. I looked at the clothes she brought, and my mouth gaped when I saw a bralette, a mesh top, and a short leather skirt. This was how I used to dress before, but can I still pull this off?

She turned to me, her face furious. "What?" she asked, her voice sharp. I smirked, pleased that I'd piqued her interest. "Wearing open-back clothes. You should show off your back and waist more often. A crop top would also look great on you." Allison snarled and looked away. "Are you done with that side? It's time to move to the other." "Not yet," I replied. "By the way, what you did... don't do that again," she muttered, her fists clenched. "You know, the moaning and all."

Although she looked classy and well-dressed, the prices of the clothes were incredibly cheap. Sir Ares huffed stubbornly. “Your skin is sensitive since the seasons are changing nowadays. That’s why I bought you clothes made of silk. I won’t worry as much if you wear them around.” Angeline said, “My skin is sensitive. The material of the clothes isn’t the problem.” Sir Ares said, “The doctor said that the clothes could’ve irritated your skin as well.” Angeline conceded to him. “Stop talking about it. The children are all here.”