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When he doesn't want to accompany me to the store, why did he come here with me? Don't tell me he came here as my bodyguard to protect me from goons. Huh. I felt irritated upon seeing him seated outside the store. "All right,"I nodded and went into the shop. "Madam, which style of clothing are you trying to find?" The store manager smiled as he walked over to me. "I'm looking for a simple, elegant long gown for a family dinner." I told him what I was trying to find. Because his grandma invited me at the last minute, I didn't even have dinner attire. I don't want to wear a business suit to a dinner party and give the impression that I'm there for a business meeting.

she spoke out looking doubtful. “Yes, of course” Ashley replied. *** “Jordan what exactly is the dress code for this dance?” Louis said as they all gathered in Jordan’s room as usual. “What do they need to wear for dances dumbass?” Damian replied and the others burst into laughter. “Tuxedos actually, the males wear tuxedos while the females wear dresses, ball gown to be precise” Jordan replied Louis after laughing for a while. “Well there’s a big problem, I don't have a suit and I can't spend my money on tuxedos” Louis said looking very serious.

I really don't know which word can describe it except that. So many people came, the men wore their well ironed suit ,some wore their baban Riga while the ladies wore classy dress. From the exterior and the interior setting of the hall, one would quickly grab that this event is for the rich. I'm lucky to be invited, all thanks to my mom who works for the company if not I wouldn't be opportuned. I came out of my rivry and follow Ivan's step to wherever it is he is taking me.

I snorted at her. “As I said before, I can look but I can’t touch.” She sighed again. “Anyway, more importantly, what are you wearing to the Junior Meet and Greet thing tomorrow? I was thinking of wearing a summer dress with espadrilles.” “Meet and Greet thing?” I cocked an eyebrow at her. “Yeah, there’s an invitation in that folder they gave us when we registered.” She crawled over to her desk, pulled a piece of paper off it, and handed it to me.

She was half filled with joy, and could barely eat half her portion. “There’s a party at the resort tonight,” Levi mentioned. “Are we invited, or is it an open party?” “Yeah, we are invited. That’s obviously why I’m telling you.” “Wait, how come I’m not aware?” “Eeeh, the Invitation came in while you were out.” “Oh, I see. Is there a theme, so I know what to wear?” Bethany asked. “Not really, but I got you a nice dress though, except if you want to wear something else, you don't have to wear what I bought,” he said.

He smirked. "Oh, goddess! Yes! We need accents to match the color of the gown, but other than that, traditionally, for the consort at least, the dress code is a little more understated. You won't need a tailed jacket, just a nice tailored suit." Ann answered as her mind raced with potential possibilities. There was so much to organize and she didn't have anywhere enough time. She grabbed her phone and searched through the contacts for the number of her former seamstress and dressmaker, punching in the numbers as she paced restlessly,

Even her father, who typically has influence, couldn't secure an entry, yet here I was, invited quite effortlessly. "Are you really going to Club Montero's party?" Emilia's astonishment was palpable. "I am," I replied thoughtfully. "It's a chance to network and build relationships. That's crucial in our circle." The party was scheduled for the next night. I left work early the following day, took time to prepare myself, and carefully chose a lavender fishtail skirt. It exuded elegance with a touch of assertiveness, complemented by shimmering high-heeled shoes. After dressing up, I felt more confident and ready for the occasion.

And part of that healing meant not being locked away in my penthouse like Rapunzel. I pulled out my phone and typed: Question. There's a charity gala tomorrow night. Boring speeches, expensive champagne, people in uncomfortable formal wear. Want to be my plus-one? Her response came a few minutes later: Is this a date? No. This is me asking a friend if she wants to go to a boring work event with me so I don't have to make small talk alone. What's the dress code? Black tie. I don't have anything appropriate. So we'll get you something appropriate. Say yes, Lynn.

That man is seriously messed up and I wish he never came back. Anisa and Candi are helping me pick out a dress for my Luna ceremony. It’s a fairly formal event. I need a nice dress. It’s not that I don’t have nice dresses just nothing this fancy. When I went shopping to fill my closet I didn’t focus on formal wear because I wasn’t sure when I would actually use it. Besides, it’s more fun to buy the dress right before the event.

It was about presence. “How about this?” she asked, holding up a sleek emerald dress with beading around the sleeves. I tilted my head. “Gorgeous, but probably too tight around the waist right now. I’m only showing a little, but I’d rather not spend the whole night sucking in and regretting dinner.” Lucy frowned. “True. We need something that honors the bump without turning the event into a baby shower. Statement, not announcement.” “Ironic, considering we’ll be making one,” I said under my breath.