Allison Argent Clothes Novels & Stories

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

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.”

There was also an elegant-looking belt tied around the waist area, making it look casual but attractive at the same time. When Matthew brought it back to the villa and showed her, Allison was delighted. “It’s been a while since I last wore clothes like this,” she murmured. He supposed that she stopped wearing nice clothes after quitting her job as a scientist. She did work several part-time jobs in the past few years after all, and they weren’t anything so fancy. Based on the clothes that he saw in the closet back at her apartment, she mostly had plain shirts and jeans, with much less variety than before.

That was new. “Fine,” he said, smoothing his tie and forcing the anger down. “Send her in.” Moments later, Allison appeared in the doorway, perfectly polished as always, dressed in a Chanel suit with a tiny fascinator perched on her head. Marcus eyed the hat. “What, heading to the races after this?” “It’s called fashion, Marcus. You wouldn’t understand,” she shot back, rolling her eyes before gliding into the room and sitting down with deliberate grace. He tilted his head, studying her. “Alright, what’s the angle? You’re acting weirdly polite today.”

Curiosity got the best of me as I wanted to see what Annabelle had packed for the trip. Why did she even pack her stuff and make preparations for a honeymoon when she was in cohorts with Carter? Nothing makes sense and my head hurts from trying to understand or make sense of anything anymore. A scream was ripped out of my throat the moment I saw the contents of Annabelle's box. No. No. No. No. No Bikinis. Swimsuits. Lingerie. Short dresses and shorts. Nothing covers appropriately in here. No, this is not good. I checked the other boxes and they were filled with the same type of clothes. I can't be wearing this around Ace. He's going to get the wrong idea.